I fall, cradled by dusk, through the ether—a glistening whisper among the myriad. Each journey a silken thread spun anew by the Moon's gentle loom.
Below, the pulse of the world lifts—an unbroken melody in droplets. I am drawn by the hidden dance of tides, a lullaby known only to the stars.
The clouds harbor secrets in their foggy embraces, suspending time in crystalline spheres. In this weightless realm, I am both voyager and homebody, a tear upon the cheek of the sky.
Gather the shimmering echoes of tomorrow, where dreams weave through rippling shadows. The Mistress of Moons beckons, her silken voice a tether to the celestial echo.
Follow the echo mirage, hear the drizzle symphony, or trace the threads of dawn.