There in the starkness, a velvet whisper traced the stars, singing those lullabies that even the moon forgot to hum. Can you hear them? Can you remember the sound of solitude dancing on the edges of night?
In the echoes of distant shores, where shadows meet the tide,
a phantom lullaby drifts lightly. There were tales told
by candlelight, now only a flicker’s memory, lingering on.
Come walk these crystalline halls with me; let us wander
through the syllables of silence painted boldly across the sky,
each heartbeat a stanza.
Chase the echoes or find solace in the glow of passage, in the quietude of echoing dreams turning to stars dusted on the evening breeze.
And as we drift into the soft caress of nocturnal realms,
a distant lullaby plays—forever untold, echoing through
shards of broken silence, carved by whispers into eternity.
Would you like to stay a moment longer with me? In this
land where echoes dare to dream?