Beneath the ocean's breath, where silver whispers sleep, a clock without hands counts the moments we keep. Do you remember the rain that danced on our dreams? The echo of laughter in forgotten streams?

On wooden docks, we carved our promises in sand, only to watch the tide erase them with gentle hand. A song of silence plays, on the edge of twilight's glow, where shadows find solace in the spaces we don't know.

In the labyrinth of stars, a single truth remains: we are but shadows dancing in life's refraining chains. If I close my eyes, can you hear the winds sing, tales of forgotten lands and the joy they once bring?