Murmurs of Distant Waters
In the glade of sleeping echoes, where the sky kisses the silent waves, there lingers a lullaby woven with the threads of stars and shadows.
The murmurs drift, serene, through velvet corridors of mist, carrying tales of twilight dances and moonlit serenades.
Once, beneath the forest crown, a gentle breeze told the secrets of slumber—a melody, soft as a feather's longing, hushed by the world's embrace.
The gentle touch of undulating echoes, rippling beneath the evening's veil, hums a timeless song etched in the bones of the earth.
Among the splayed arms of oak and pine, a forgotten hymn treads lightly upon the autumn leaves, murmuring lullabies of distant shores.