And as the night stretches its indigo arms, the vessel of silent dreams sets forth.
Echoes of forgotten lullabies, whispered by unseen voices, guide the way.
Each ripple in the fabric of this dark sea hums a tune, haunting yet serene.

The stars blink like distant memories, moments suspended in time,
Silent witnesses to the murmurings of the heart seeking solace,
A journey without destination—only an exploration of the self, within.

Shadows dance on the periphery of vision, fleeting and intangible,
They carry fragments of stories untold, dreams unsung,
Awaiting the brave who dare to listen, to follow their lullabies.