Do you hear the echoes of an untouched secret falling like stars in a forgotten dream?

Imagine the hum beside you - it's less of a murmur and more of a comfort tune, right?

What if, at this moment, we're just poets with invisible ink, scribbling gentle mysteries across the night canopy?

Here's a little game: listen closely and hear the truth despite how closely it clings to silence.

Fancy your directions? They lead you here or elsewhere, wherever destined serenity finds you.