In the shadow of the eternal dawn, where whispers coil around the silent echo of dreams, a voice murmurs. It weaves stories of ancient stars and forgotten winds, caught in the shimmering veil of time.
The moon, a luminescent pearl, glides across the void, leaving trails of silver upon the heart's ocean. Here, every wave pulses with the light of memories unspoken, memories that glow softly beneath the surface of waking thoughts.
Listen closely, for the trees remember the laughter of forgotten gods, and the stones speak in riddles of their own existence.