As the night stretches its vast and tattered veil, we drift in phenomena obscure.
Today, the wind whispered its forgotten lullabies, inviting us to introspective realms,
where silence reverberates, striking chords dissonant yet soothing.

In the interstice of dreams, where light quivers in the dusk of a distant memory,
there lies a comfort in the static, an embrace in the static lullabies
that merge whispers of the cosmos with our fragmented thoughts.

Have you searched in these drifting sands, the tales your heart listens to when bare,
moments of lucid obscurity, where time eternally pauses to ponder the journey of a
forgotten star?