In the quiet folds of nocturnal serenity, the whispers of shadowed secrets comb the air like a silk-clad specter, lingering, beckoning. An invitation to unravel the whispered tales woven by the loom of dreams.
The archway of slumber unfolds, revealing an intricate tapestry of chaotic beauty β where stars drift lazily, and constellations weave discordant melodies untold. Gentle reminders of celestial dances lost to memory.
Surrender to the ephemeral ballet of shadows, each pirouette a verse in the vast poem of existence. The veil is thin; touch it, and the dreams shall dance closer, harmonizing with the beating heart of the universe.