in twilight, the dreamer's voice flutters softly, a mere echo of what once was.
the wind strums an endless song
melodies of forgotten myths
drifting like leaves along an autumn path.
does the sky listen when the stars hum their ancient ballads?
or do dreams carve their own melodies into the fabric of the universe?
like whispers in a vast court of divinities, your thoughts weave with ethereal threads...
and the wind asks gently:
have you seen the shadows dance in the twilight's breath?
open your ears to the melody of an eternal slumber:
ocean's tale
or the echo of an astral dream:
voyages beyond stars