In the whispers of night, the moon listens. A child's apology floats on the wind, gentle as a feather, soft like the clouds.
The stars wink secrets, telling tales of brave dreams and shadowy figures. Close your eyes, little one, let the lullaby heal the silence.
"I'm sorry for every shadow cast, every tear whispered to stars. The moon forgives, as it always knows the stories held deep in dreams."
Follow the path of stardust, where the heart learns to sing under a velvet glow.
explore the garden of whispers