In the moonlit haze, a tune arises—
Soft murmurs woven into the tapestry of shadows.
Listen closely, for these notes are whispers
Of a forgotten chorus only the stars comprehend.
Beneath the watchful gaze of the twilight,
Rhythms dance, ethereal, elusive.
Echoes of dreams born from slumber
Drift through the silence of the night.
A symphony of shadows, a dance of silence
Touch the void, let the echoes find you
Murmurs speak in tongues older than time,
Unravel the mysteries, breath by breath.