Under the starlit sky, where dreams float like birds of light

Under the starlit sky, where dreams float like birds of light, tears and oceans weave together the story of salt, a tale where only the waves are crowned with boundless beauty, while tears, hidden gems, vanish into the shadows of hands. They, reflecting the stars with painful grace, are like diamonds sparkling in the depths of night, yet we sail on oceans with souls full of wonder, while our tears are hidden by weary eyelids, as if they were merely echoes of past loves. In the moonlight, both shine like beacons of silence, each being a universe of tranquility and mystery, concealing endless worlds within their secret depths. For what could be more terrifying than a vessel carrying unknown treasures, with a quiet and fatal charm, yet remains calm amidst the storms of the heart? If we could see tears as oceans, we would discover the truth that we are all shipwrecks learning to dance on land, that some silences are merely the ruins of what was once a fortress of hope. Thus, in this night of magic and mystery, I watch as the heavens open their gates to infinity, and tears and oceans sing their mute symphonies, in a world that does not know how to hear their hidden song.