In the cavernous depths of the endless sea, a lullaby rides the crest of a curling wave.
It whispers secrets to the stars, longing to slide silently through galaxies unknown.
Do the stars hear them? Listen here.
Your voice, a mere echo in the void, is cradled gently by the shadows of the moon's embrace.
It sings of dreams untold, where time melts seamlessly into the horizon.
Will you gather the whispers? Find the melody.
The quiet reigns in realms absent of light, where lullabies thread through the spaces of connected stars.
This world hums a different tune, a static grace floating like feathers on the breeze.
Do you feel their touch? Embrace the breeze.
Beyond the whispered echoes lies an expanse — a world painted in dreams, illuminated by feelings.
An echo, an eternal shadow, dances on the cusp of silence and sound. A lullaby sings.