In the quiet dance of stars above, a voice hums.
Secrets stitched into the fabric of the night,
voiceless yet profound, it sings stories of light.
"Follow the shadow of a forgotten dream,"
whispers the wind, with breath so cold and gentle.
Whispered echoes reverberate,
resonating in the caverns of the heart.
Upon the luminescent shores, where sand meets starlight,
one may find the remnants of a thought,
fleeting as a moth’s kiss upon the dawn.
"Remember the warmth of the unseen sun,"
murmurs a distant echo, enfolding time in silence.
Listen here, it beckons,
illuminating the path of spectral wanderers.