In the cradle of night where shadows play, the stars hum tales of faraway lands.
Here, the moon dips low to listen, weaving silken threads through the gentle breeze.
"Close your eyes, little dreamer," sings the wind, a lullaby wrapped in silver mist.
The trees sway slowly, nodding to secrets only they know. Their leaves whisper softly, like a grandmother's hand soothing the wildness within.
Beyond the fog, a path lies silent, where echoing giggles dance with the wandering stars.
Follow the woven whispers and perhaps you'll meet the slumbering giant, resting under the gentle watch of night clouds.