As the horizon dissolved into night, shadows sculpted whispers woven of silk and echo.
A place where time shifted its weight, bending softly towards the unspoken.
The walls of forgotten laughter embraced a sky kissed by the color of dreams,
a blue too deep for waking eyes, too rich for reason's tether.
In this theater of reveries, remnants drip like candle wax, pooling beneath the timbre of silence.
Once, a voice like distant thunder rolled over mountains of crystalline haze,
where trees jutted like aged ink lines across the paper of existence.
Moments spilled across horizonless grounds, camelot of dreams stitched from stardust
and the breath of forgotten lullabies.