"You know, there's something magical about the way
the stars are twinkling tonight, like they're winking
secrets we aren't meant to know, but doesn't it
feel like every waltz has a story, a start before an end,
and sometimes it just stops making sense — like
when the clock strikes one and you realize that the moment
dances around you. I once heard that the moon hums,
a soft lullaby perhaps, for those who dare to listen
and I think, in the stillness, you might catch a note —
like the echo of footsteps on a misty path, leading nowhere,
or everywhere. Have you ever thought about... well...
you know how the shadows... never mind, it’s just...
can you hear the crickets? They have their own rhythm,
don't you think it blends perfectly with the..."