Once, in a realm not bound by time, the stars whispered secrets to the wandering lullabies. These weren't ordinary stars; they were marionette stars, strung with silken threads, twinkling brightly in the moon's shrouded sky.
As darkness draped the world, a child heard the murmurs: Tomorrow comes, drawing near, yet yesterday's shadows linger here. The words danced like fireflies, illuminating forgotten paths with their fragile glow.
Do you dare follow their trail? Step lightly through the dew-kissed grass.
Or perhaps you wish to weave your tale with the forgotten echoes of marionette memories?