Beneath the lavender sigh of evening, whispers scatter amidst the cirrus haze.
Ancestors of sky, etched in air, trace forgotten constellations.
Speak, o pale somnolent moons, of the story westward lies.
Click the mist-born gauze for tales interwoven:
Murmurs of the Horizon
Listen closely to the breaths of hidden giants,
they are woven into silk, into the fabric of clouds:
Tales Whispered Through Stardust
There is a memory, one that cannot wilt with time,
did you bring kindling for dreams?
Echoes Among Celestial Strangers