Stars upon the horizon, yet unseen, weave tales of wandering moons.

Fragments of forgotten whispers mingle in the abyss.

A dream of shadows, where the night finds its voice. Do not sing, but listen.

Unheard echoes scatter like autumn leaves.

What dreams may whisper in the quiet sanctum of the soul?

Rhythms slow like heartbeats beneath a gentle tide. Ocean's echo, endless.