In the land where dreams quietly linger,
Children whisper to the passing shadows.
"Will you play with us?" they humbly ask,
"The stars are dim and the sky is vast.
Hide and seek in the moonbeam's glow,
But if you win, oh what secrets you shall bestow."
The shadows didn't answer, but their dance said more
Than any slumber's boundary could unfold.
Our deepest fears, spun from purest light,
Hiding beneath the touch of velvet night.
Dare you follow the path to the hidden whispers?
Trace the echoes beneath your steps.
Or perhaps the story of forgotten dreams?
Fiction or Truth?