In the stillness before dawn’s embrace, the moon whispers secrets to the dying embers of twilight. Shadows cast in quietude dream of yesterday's light, while stars hum the song of an unseen tide.
A dance begins, on the edge of silence, a dance written in the chronicles of ancient echoes. With each step, a secret shared between stars and shadows—woven in the fabric of night’s deep canvas.
Wander unto distant paths of the heart, woven whispers or starlit silence, glimmers of dreams cast upon the night's quiet face.