If you listen closely, the wind carries tales of forgotten dreams. Imaginary roads paved with murmurs and glimmers of light. There is serenity in the whispers, serenity in the darkness, as you step cautiously where shadows dare.
Each syllable spun by the evening breeze, a gilded lantern swinging between realms, traces the ghost of a touch left unclaimed.
Listen again. Secrets once settled beneath moonlit skies surface anew, like echoes remembering their place in luminous embrace. Walk fellow traveler, walk and let the whispers become your compass.
Consider then, the geometry of silence: stars aligned without form nor measure. Enjoy the embrace and let it guide you to ancient constellations where the night sings.
Remember to breathe and dance with the waves, for every heart holds a hidden truism deep within its veins.