Echoes of Stillness

In whispered tones the stars linger, too gentle to wake the world. Night's velvet caress unveils a symphony of silent shores.

Can you hear it? The lullaby of the forgotten clock, where dreams fold and unfold in the cradle of twilight. It hums a song, of clocks without hands, whispering shadows and paths taken by the moon's secretive embrace.

Beyond horizons painted in longing, the echoes of time dance, echoing in spirals of glistening echoes never touched, never felt, but always eternal.

Here, every grain of sand is a star that never fell, capturing the lullaby of existence in its still, silent grasp.

Enter this reverie, this space where mirrors reflect not what is, but the possibilities of what was never meant to be.