In the stillness of dawn, the ukulele strums, A whisper to the waking world; chords woven from dreams and half-remembered lullabies.
Shadows speak in melodies, soft and light, Dancing upon the edge of consciousness; a lilting serenade to ephemeral moments.
Each pluck of the string like a star breaking the dawn, Flickering in a cadence unknown, Yet familiar to those who listen in silence.
Journey onwards: Hidden Melodies
Discover whispers: Echoing Woods