Listen closely, for the moon is weaving tales.
In fields where shadows dance with prismatic delight,
wise hymns of forgotten echoes—
spirits sent on silver streams ablaze.
Through velvet vapors and glistening mists,
crescendoes of bioluminescent sighs.
Can you hear the heartbeat of ancient orbs?
A rhythm only known beneath rippled night veil,
caressed by the gentle ripples of time.
There—in the amethyst fog—
a secret rests: eternal, crystalline.
Follow the glow. Linger by translucent shores.
You are more numerous than stars—
each whisper a universe
of wonders unspoken,
every silence a symphony
of profound solitude.