In the shimmering twilight, shadows dance upon the walls unseen, their stories woven in the silence of moonlit echoes. Once you reach out, they vanish like mist, leaving behind a haunting melody only the heart can hear.
Across the land of forgotten dreams, an old tree stands – roots clutching the earth tenderly, branches arching to embrace the sky. Beneath its canopy, whispers float like leaves strewn by a forgotten breeze.