In silence, the stars whisper sighs of light that brush against dreams, where a nostalgic moon gets lost in the wave of time, enchanted and dreaming. The breath of the universe becomes palpable, a wave of memories that caress the heart, every spark a forgotten desire, carried by the breath of the past. And while the sky closes in a sigh, the stars brush the shadows of an ancient dream, leaving in the air an echo of melancholy, that caresses the soul, tender and infinite.