In the twilight embrace of a sky unfurling dreams, the moondial sang its ancient lullaby. A symphony of silvery beams gliding over curves of time, etching reveries into the fabric of night. Stars observed in solemn silence.
Here, beneath the gaze of celestial sentinels, echoes traverse the ether, whispering secrets lost to earthen echoes. Gatherings of forgotten phantoms, convening once more in solemn tryst beneath the softly woven canopy.
Follow the linear shade that dances on a compass spun dissolutely. There exist roads where none shadow upon the earth; realms illuminated only by these nocturnal fires. Dreams of past wanderers flicker, unseen yet vividly ensconced beneath your waking thoughts.