In the garden where silence sleeps,
shadows dance with the echoes of what-could-have-been.
Stars are tales the wind forgot,
sewn in the fabric of night’s soft breath.
The moon hums an ageless song,
words unraveling like forgotten names,
spoken only when the eyes dare not blink.
Find the Ocean of Stars
Swim through the whispers
Step Beyond the Veil
Cross the bridge of shadows
Listen to Time's Whisper
Touch the echo of tomorrow