In the dim flickers of candle dance, under the tapestry of a star-scattered sky, whispers of the mouse caress the evening air.
It is a melody, soft and enduring, that echoes, and echoes, like the gentle sigh of a lover lost at sea. Have the winds caught your secret, dear mouse?
Your notes play on a broken record, a sweet torment, as if the universe conspired to wrap time around your tiny heart. Each repeat a tender embrace, an aching promise—a story waiting to be lived, loved deeply. Is it not a cruel joy, this endless cycle?
Join me, if you dare: mythical tales and whispers in the wind. Together, we unravel the curious tale of this tireless muse.