Embrace the shadows of the moonlit night,
Where the stars waltz softly, lost in their radiance.
An unspoken tale draped across the cosmos,
Caught between breaths, in veils of invisible ink.

The canvas of night is a silent poet,
Painted with ephemeral lights and sighs.
Each glow a lover's whisper,
Flickered promises lost within the haze.

We gather around the dimmest stars,
Clutching threads of dreams, unspooled by dawn's embrace.
Where every silent note vibrates in the void,
A symphony only the bravewish to hear.

These words, shaped by the tender caress of night,
Will linger like echoes, drawn by the softest breath.
For here lies the heart, in ink unseen,
A lighthouse to the daring souls of time.