"Echoes of the past murmur beneath the quilted expanse of night, swirling in tales untold by wakeful minds."
In the land where shadows grant the weary rest, and moonlight dances a gentle ballet, we travel through the echoes of time. As Luna's fingers entwine through fodder clouds whispered in twilight's breath, slumber envelops us in an embrace of gilded storms.
Here lies the escape route from the conscious labyrinth, anticipating a symphony played solely by dew and whispers of yesternight's glories.