There is a certain solitude carved in the edges of moonlight, a whispering breeze that carries fragments of dreams. Brave are those who meander through its sheen, lost yet found amidst its glow.
Did we lose our path, adrift on this sea of stars? Or perhaps, we have found ourselves here for the first time—unveiled by the moon's secret touch.
Wander through this reverie: echoes, silver nightshade, time mechanisms.
May we remain serene amidst the tides of our own making, a clockwork of intention and reflection.