The stars, they whisper, bathed in shadows.
"This way, that trail, the moon's dim grin..."
Follow, follow, the flickering spine.
Listen, listen, to the silence that sings.
Above, oh above, where the unknown falls like rain.
Chasing Stars
Under, under, where truth hides in playful lies.
Threads in the Night
Each direction dances, a riddle wrapped in twilight,
laughter echoing in the void, holding your hand,
leading to places written not in words but wonder.
And when your feet touch the ground, perhaps it's
not soil but the sky, kissing back with its velvet arms.
Fear not the map, for it knows no boundaries but breathes.