The Cloak of Night
Underneath the canopy of whispering trees, night wraps its ethereal fingers around the everyday world. A veil of darkness settles gently, like a cloak, over the vibrant hues of day.
Silence is not the absence of sound but the deep canvas upon which whispers paint their secrets. Each rustling leaf speaks an echo from times past, stories fervently woven into every fiber of this gentle, living fabric.
Beneath this silent tapestry, life breathes in rhythm, unhurried, as the nocturnal march begins. Stars linger like watchful eyes, each containing vast stories they long to share, quiet as they may be.
If only one looked closer, listened deeper, the truth unfurls—a world hidden in shadow and stitch, where every thread of silence tells a tale.