The breezes speak in hushed tones, wearing crowns of emerald dust; each whisper a song untraced, a tether to what once was and ever will be.
Gaze Upon the ReflectionsHello, bird of quiet feathers; your dreams weave through the wilted willows, stitching skies with star-strung secrets softly spoken.
Listen to the EchoesStars bead the velvet dome; they fall in a soft dance, indistinct and eternal, each a whispered wish flickering across vast loneliness.
Dream BeyondIn the half-lit realm of verdant mirage, where thorns clutch pouty light, the castles stand—frozen, timeless, yearning.
Beyond the edge of whispered twilight paths, quicksilver secrets rest upon horizon's back, waiting for the dawn's gentle inquiry.