The valley murmurs secrets of ancient pines rustling under a moonlit canopy. The mist dappled with the silver traces of lost whispers. Herein lies the tapestry of yearning, unwoven by time and threaded by desires clothed in shadow.
A wanderer, so it is told, follows the unlit path meandering through the ethereal fields, where dreams cradle upon the crest of twilight winds. Echoes of forgotten dreams tessellate across the fabric of the night.
When silence dons the cloak of the horizon, the passion of celestial fires blazes unknown. Here, stars etch desires into the velvet sky, bearing witness to countless tales bodiless and ancient, unwritten yet eternal.