Once upon a whisper, there were little phantoms
that danced on the edge of the night.
In their twirling skirts of mist,
they held dreams like balloons.

Can you hear their giggles
as they play hide and seek with stars?
And the moon, oh the moon,
how it loves their gentle game.

Would you like to join them?
Follow the light.
Or perhaps, another
whisper calls you.

Shh... listen close
and the phantoms will tell
you stories woven
from the threads of silence.