In the forest of night’s breath, where the stars whisper secrets,
a shadow etched a silent song upon the pale moon’s canvas.
Echoes of light unfurl, tracing the paths where thoughts wander,
like spectral figures in a twilight ballet.
Seek the truth between the whispers.
Unseen hands of timelessness doodle over dreams untended, crafting realms of abstract skies and forgotten shores. Drawings never drawn, yet always there, linger in the ambiance of a shadow’s sigh.