Do you hear it—the silence framed between stars, as they whisper their secrets in the language of glitter?
From the shadows of lunar glow, figures emerge, casting long and enigmatic silhouettes. Known only as the Moonlight Men, ancient whispers speak of their nightly rendezvous with the twilight’s shimmer.
Once, a wanderer sought them beneath cerulean skies stretching infinitely, yearning for tales lost to time, penned in the celestial ink of the universe.
"We are the keepers," one murmured, voice as fluid as the night wind. "Silent guardians woven into the cosmic tapestry."
Their presence felt like a dream only half-remembered, lingering in the soul like an echo riding the back of a comet. The stars blinked as if in recognition, illuminating forgotten paths.
Beneath the Aurora's Breath