In the hush of night, when stars twinkle like secrets, the moon begins to speak.
Listen closely, for its voice is soft and elusive, swirling like mist around your mind.
Once upon a time, in a place beyond the veil, there lived a dream that never woke.
It whispered stories of wonder, but heed its words, for the dark twist is not easily forgotten.
Children, gather round, for the moon has a tale. A tale of a forest where shadows dance,
and trees have ears to hear the whispers of the wind. But beware the whispers,
for they sometimes tell of paths that lead you where daylight dares not tread.
Venture forth with courage, but keep your wits about you. For in the land of whispering
dreams, you may find more than just echoes of the night...