In the endless hum of the whispering void, I hear the echoes of forgotten dreams.
Do you hear them too? Dancing like shadows in a room with no walls. A child's laughter, a distant chime, and whispers of the old oak tree. The sky cries in colors unseen, painting stories on the backs of clouds.
The moon plays a melody only it can hear, a lullaby for stars that blink in rhythm. They are awake, yet asleep, like the whispers in the night that tickle the edge of your thoughts.
Once, I saw a shadow sing to the stars, its voice a symphony of silence that drowned in echoes. It laughed, a soundless sound, and the world waltzed in a circle around the truth hiding in the dark.
Can you hear the symphony too? In the space between breaths, the notes drift like leaves in autumn, searching for a home.