The glimmer beckons, pulling heartstrings taut, a melody lost in gravity's hum. Glances last, linger—like shades over lunar dances. Wander not, you cannot carry the weight of these fleeting, flickering shadows.

Echoes in a fabric of silk and ash, drifting by like whispers across ancient waters. Glimpses in the moon’s pale embrace, where time bends, curling back on itself like a forgotten song. Do you remember?

Stars whisper secrets in the night, voices untamed, echoing beneath the serene surface. Sleep, they urge, for dreams walk the guarded tightropes above clear, solemn lakes.

Echoes of a song that might have been, resonate through realms uncharted. Follow the mirage, trace the lines left by hands too idle to grasp the stars.