Once upon the twilight edge,
little stars danced in puddles,
chasing murmurs of moonlight
across the velvet sky.
Hush now, close those wary eyes,
let the wind's lullaby cradle you.
The shadows sing songs of
the children who wander free.
In dreams, the rivers flow sweet,
with whispers of night roses blooming.
Step softly into the cool dew,
barefoot on light's gentle breath.
Follow the glow of a will-o'-the-wisp
down pathways woven with silver threads.
Let the forest's sigh guide you home,
where hearts are stitched in star beams.
Will you dance with the gale?
Will you hum with the stars?
The dusk is a cradle,
and you are the melody.
More whispers and wishes await:
Echo Realm | Child of Dusk