Under the night sky, stars weave a mantle with shimmering silver threads

Under the night sky, stars weave a mantle with shimmering silver threads, Thoughts carry me into the enchanted forest, where trees whisper stories, Shadows dance to the rhythm of the wind, singing a melody forgotten by time, A symphony of silence, each note a dream shattered by the light of dawn. Rain falls like a silk veil over the city asleep in reverie, The drops, tears of a sad goddess, wash away the dust of days gone by, Leaving a scent of longing and melancholy, souls under colorful umbrellas, Butterflies under fragile wings, seeking shelter from the relentless storm. On the empty streets, the lantern lights reflect in shining puddles, I wander through the labyrinth of silence, feeling how time becomes an ephemeral illusion, A grain of sand in a forgotten hourglass, stories gather like lost echoes, Lives lived intensely, forgotten too quickly by the world, remain as whispered memories. In the world of dreams, reality and fantasy intertwine like a magical tapestry, Words become a gateway to unknown realms, a traveler among verses, I seek my path on long and equal steps leading to the sky of tranquility, There I find the answers I've longed for my entire life.