Paths of Sleep, Dreams of Echoes

Twilight glimmers in the distance as footsteps whisper secrets untold, where whispers weave into

the fabric of dreams, starlit and solemn.

Through these hollow passages, silent winds sing lullabies of forgotten fables, where:

Mermaids sing from their hidden coves

The songs of the second moon, haunting and benevolent, emerging above the waves.

Beasts of the night pondering their riddles

Legends entwined within the gnashing of teeth and the silent wisdom of the owl.

The winds wrap around your soul, a tender embrace in its rawness. Shadows play and tease, leaving whispers on the edge of your perception:

• The clock ticks in the hollow tree, counting vowels in leaves
• A silent orchestra plays symphonies of reality questioning the universe
• Stars tucked in their celestial bed, dreaming of earth in color

Sleep now comes to reclaim what’s left of day’s light, an invitation whispered in the folds of night, take a step: