Beyond the curtain of night, when dreams dissolve into twilight,
Listen, oh wanderer, to the murmurs that the stars have sewn in the wind.
To unearth the tale of the breeze, follow where you cannot see.
Step lightly, for the cosmic dance may shatter your veil of knowing.
Seek the silver whisperer, bound by neither time nor gravity.
Speak its name, not aloud, but with the tremor of your soul.
Let the breeze carry your essence, and reshape the fabric of your sight.
For there lies the truth hidden between spheres: an echo of a forgotten song.