Not all lulled nights come soft and gentle, like a grandma's touch or a cat's purr. Sometimes they're late-night baritone gurgles in vain attempt to serenade the stars— or possibly, chasing them off that celestial dance floor.
Picture this: the moon, round and full, is trying its best stand-up routine. With craters that mimic existential punchlines, who could resist but listen and chuckle softly? "Why did the comet cross the night sky?" it ponders aloud, "To leave the Milky Way behind!"
Yet in the shadows lurk voices, or perhaps echoes of a forgotten past that roundly mock your life choices, reminding you of when you almost joined that dance. It's always the ones that didn't happen that haunt, isn't it? But fret not, their laughter is only another unsung lullaby, a kind whisper of fate's whimsical hand.
The stars blink like mischievous eyes, bearing witness to all your undisclosed secrets, yet their gaze is absent-minded, as though they've just forgotten where they left their truth.
Whispers of Sleepless Dreams Paths Left Untrodden