In the midnight hours, when the sky is strewn with whispers, a voice calls from the edge of eternity:
"Remember the lullaby sung by the constellations?"
Once, beneath the ancient trees, a figure in smoke murmured:
"The moon holds secrets that only time can unveil."
In the gentle embrace of twilight, a voice like the wind spoke:
"Have you ever danced with the stars in silence?"
"The river of dreams flows with tales of the past," a forgotten voice whispered through the veil.