Beneath silence, beneath whispers breathed unsheathing dawn.
Would you cradle stars if they bleed warmth at your touch, dissolving darkness's essence?
And the moon said to the sea, "surrender your tides to my pale caress."
A veil drawn across the morning sky, wrapped in transitory shadows.
Embark amidst echoes softly thrum, weave a tapestry spun from melodies unseen.
Gaze upon stars unfolding, lest you relinquish their dazzling conviction petals unknown.