In the cradle of the night, among velvet ripples and echoes bound, children wear the stars like halo-crowns.
They sail on phantom boats, mirrors of darkness, swimming with silvery fishes that flicker like dreams half-remembered. Whispers trickle through the water, tales of flickering lanterns and hidden paths that lead to nowheres.
Above, the forlorn moon elbows past clouds dressed in twilight gowns, a silent witness to the games played by shadows and echoes.