The rhythm beneath the bed sways, quicksilver dreams spin tales in shadows. The clock ticks not in seconds but in symphonies, a metronome for quiet chaos.
Lull the stars to sleep, bid the moon pause in its journey, as silence becomes the loudest song ever composed, played on the strings of midnight breezes.
Join the dance of the fireflies in the flickering glow, where nightmares wear crowns of starlit wisdom. Follow the echoes.
And in this night-symphony, discover the hidden sonatas of the heart, where whispers are melodies and every breath is a note. Discover the serenade.