As the sky unveils its symphony, a melody descends, weaving through the clouds in
undulating waves of brilliance. Each note a drop of color, an echo of dreams
cascading like luminous rain. The horizon blurs, a canvas of reflections —
distorted, yet beautiful.

The sky hums a forgotten tune, clouds shaped like instruments
forgotten in the attic of the universe. Listen close, and you hear the whispers
of the sun, the laughter of the stars—

In this dream, beneath the reflected moonlight, the past and future
intertwine. A crystal wave crashes,
and time dances like a leaf in the wind.