In the midnight's embrace, where shadows dance upon glimmering tides,
I wander through the corridors of constellations lost in time.
The stars whisper secrets in languages forgotten,
tracing skies with ethereal strokes of light and longing.
Here lies a remnant of autumn dreams,
cascading over melancholic rivers, echoing the laughter of old friends.
Whispers of the Wind
Lost in the Stars
Remnants of the Past
With each twinkle, a sigh of solace breathed,
painting the horizon with hues of unremembered tales.
The night sky cradles the weary wanderer's heart,
a sanctuary of stars, a universe to cherish solitude.
And thus, in this starry solitude,
we collect fragments of eternity, one radiant memory at a time.