In the stillness of an uncharted mind, a whisper beckons,
a melody only understood in silence,
stitched together by moments lost to time.
Consider the sacred assembly of thoughts,
each a varying hum in the grand symphony of solitude,
reverberating in the hollow of existence.
We call them lullabies,
though none have heard their song in waking hours,
destined to accompany the unseen tides of consciousness.
Only fragments remain,
dear wanderer,
ponder these dreamscapes as you navigate
the rivers of thought.