In the forgotten cradle of night, where the breath of stars lingers, there lies a repose untouched by dusk's warm embrace. The tapestry of moonlight weaves through the slumbering meadows, casting shadows long and sweet, and in this sacred silence, the past and future kiss under a canopy of whispered dreams.
Once more, the winds of starlit symphonies play a haunting lullaby;
the echoes of voices left unspoken, a hymn to the wandering souls.
Blossoms of nocturnal jade whisper tales of ancient timekeepers,
where time drips like dew from the argent silken webs spun by arachnid poets.
Rest gently beneath these solemn veils, let them guard your drowsy mind...
Unravel the fog of your dreams, dear traveler, and dance among the slipstream phantoms; their laughter a constellation you could almost grasp. Mistflowers bloom where dusk mingles with dawn, their essence wreathed in mysteries too delicate for mortal tongues, and there is solace in their song... the lullaby of the infinitesimal expanse.
Follow the whispers further...In the shadows' embrace, the archway to forgotten, unpursued reveries unfurls, a gossamer portal wherein time flows contrary to the rhythm of waking heartbeats. O revered voyager of the astral, step boldly into the resonance of the breeze, let the melodies undulate as boughs do in breath of the sun-kissed zephyr.
Enter the strung passage of twilight