Have you ever walked on quivering tides beneath a sky of emerald whispers?
Somewhere in the labyrinth of dreams, a quiet phoenix sings.
The wings of time unfurl, and in their shadows, the echoed laughter of forgotten seas.
Perhaps the moon has wings too, casting flighted shadows over our sleeping thoughts.
Lost among silken memories, silent echoes await our return.
Follow the dawn's whisper beyond the horizon of sleep.
Do you remember the feathered paths we walked, tracing the constellations of dreams?
The sky's canvas, painted in hues of gold and blue, stretches endless, yet restless.