Through intertwining paths of reverie, the echoes of forgotten lullabies caress the edges of waking thought, suffusing the air with a soft glow of potentialities unrealized. Dreamers drift, tethered by the threads spun in silken embraces of twilight's gentle hands; lost in spirals of whimsy, they imagine verdant meadows swathed in shadows of the mind's making.
Each pebble beneath these dream-bruised feet tells of hidden worlds rigged and rooted within the snaking vastness of spiraled galaxies, trembling under unspoken tales showered by silent starlight cascading upon their forms.