In the quiet, a whisper rises.

Its voice, a shiver against the skin.

The stars blink, uncertain.

Once, long ago, they spoke in dreams.

The echo calls your name, softly.

Do you remember its song?

It hums of forgotten seas, and the moon's embrace.

Have you heard the lullabies?

They weave through the night's fabric.

Threads linger, unraveling tales untold.

Walk onward, the echo urges.

Take the steps where shadows breathe.

Into the frostbitten dawn of a new beginning.

Reflections Phantom Whispers