A whispered song of silvery luminescence
threads its melody upon the midnight's breath.
With every step, constellation scattered,
beneath your echoing footsteps—sibilant silence.
The dreams unfurl, curling upon themselves
like the spirals of an unseen galaxy. Mirrors
of starlight drink in the shadows of your ascent—
a forgotten child remembers the path true.
Etched upon the face of eternity's twilight
are paths paved with moonlit sighs and lost
lullabies. Move gently, oh wayfarer—paths
mapped in the glow of half-forgotten dreams.