The Night's Heartbeat

Far, far away, in a whispering constellation, a truth lies hidden. The breath of a moon long forgotten, wrapped in the songs of stars. Shimmering silence, ocean echoes distilling into ethereal streams, intertwined within the cosmos, longing to be touched.

Dreams built upon lunar tides, drifting softly along invisible currents, where shadows dance with light, and thoughts become the free souls of wanderers. Barus looked skyward, seeking solace in the shadows cast by silvered orbs.

Thoughts unfold. Unraveled truths, like paper boats adrift in starlit seas, whisper of ancient moonlit secrets: those unfinished stories, derelict in their haloes, yet vibrant in their nonexistence. Paths etched in the night weave stories untold.

Moonflowers bloom in the darkness of minds, their petals opening to the night’s soft sigh. Beneath the skies, two words linger - suspended, poised between longing and fulfillment. Silence speaks, but only to those who dare to listen in the hush.