In the silent breath of dawn, where the horizon kisses the moonlit void, we find ourselves adrift.
Shadows woven from sunlight dance across deserts of starlight, leaving echoes of forgotten tunes.
Here, reality is but a thin veil, tattered and flickering, caught between a dream and a waking sigh.
Ghostly murmurs in the language of storm clouds speak secrets to the wandering wind,
while rivers of silver thread through the tapestry of slumbering time.