The moon whispers secrets soaked in gravity's embrace, floating as a solitary pearl in the cosmos’ vast chalice. Streams of thought unravel, a delicate web spun from the fading light of dusk, where shadows dance upon the altar of ancient trees.
Do you remember the stars’ laughter? It echoed through silent halls of forsaken dreams, each note a drop in the ocean of time, tearing through the fabric woven by sleep's tender hands. Existence bends, curls like a forgotten letter, unsealed by the breath of twilight.
Nebulous thoughts spiral, they flicker like candle flames caught in a tempest far from the shore. Here, reality softens, unfolds — a petal in the wind's warm caress, inviting the wanderer to pause, reflect, to dive into the abyss where riddles light the way.