Cloud Dreams

In the whispers of the twilight fog, dreams dance, shadows once seen beneath veils of misty blue.

An echoing song from a realm untold, the mournful cry of a forgotten soul.

The clouds drift like spectral ships upon a sea of fading light, carving paths through indigo skies.

Listen, listen closely—they whisper again. Secrets spun like cobwebs in the moon's silver gaze.

The ground beneath trembles softly under the weight of their ancient lore, echoing, echoing...nothing.