In the realm where echoes of grains softly dance,\n each crystalline whisper tells a forgotten tale.\n A lullaby woven from the tapestry of temporal threads—\n unspooled across the cosmos' grainy floor.\n
Night declares sovereignty over the wind—\n the lull wagered upon inner murmur.\n Stars fracture into multitudes beneath fingers softly brushing—\n a hum that calms serenity into whispers of dusk.