In the sweet silence of the strange night, a moon reflects in poetic waters, the smile unveils hidden dreams, never spoken, lost mirages dancing with longing. The stream of dreams turns into slow waves, among stones of memory and soft mist, every reflection is a whisper of hope, a yearning the heart still guards. In the calm waters, a face of light is lost, but the smile remains, eternal and silent, a secret guarded by stars and waters, something of dreams that the heart still glows.