Where the clouds hold dreams in their shrouded embrace,
and waters ripple with unsolved equations.
In the park where echoes speak in riddles, lost in translation
between reality and the stories whispered by the trees.
Familiar scents of unwritten histories cling to the winds,
as the horizon dissolves into a palette of forgotten lore.
The moon hums a lullaby only stars can hear,
wrapping the universe in a blanket stitched from void and light.