This tale whispers of places tucked beneath the watchful eyes of stars. Beyond the horizon, where dreams fracture into shards of reality, we find ourselves wandering.
A poem unfolds beneath the fabric of the seen. Decode its silent song and wander through time:
"In gardens where shadows rest,
Beyond the dawn, the night does nest.
Footprints on sands of the unseen,
Paths woven through a tapestry of dreams."
- Echoes of the Unheard