Here, the walls listen, wrapped in the midnight hush, as stories sailing on forgotten songs drift by.
In the hollow of the woods, when stars peek through the shivering leaves, a voice calls. "Come home, my dear," it croons.
The earth hums a tender tune, cradling secrets beneath mossy blankets, where weary hearts find solace beneath the ancient trees. Shadows dance, flickered by the lanterns of the night, each step a whispered reminder of paths long forgotten.
Follow the trailOnce, on a forgotten street, a mother sang as her child drifted to sleep. "Stay close, my love," echoed the lullaby.
Through cracked windows, the melody wove through walls, stitching warmth into the cold plaster. Silence stretched, enveloping them, until only the echo of her voice remained, a phantom that lingered long after the night wore thin.
Listen closerWill they remember these tunes? Perhaps, when the wind howls a familiar refrain, they’ll hum along, lost in dreams cast in moonlit shadows.