Truths, Unveiled
In the cradle of twilight, where shadows weave stories of forgotten tomorrows, a voice echoes:
"The moon weeps silver tears on the ocean's edge, where dreams are but a breath away."
As stars blink into existence, each a silent witness to the world unraveling, a lullaby begins:
"Once upon a night unseen, the winds carried the words of old, truths wrapped in gossamer threads and shadowed folds."
The horizon whispers secrets that linger like morning mist, and the night hums a haunting melody...