In the quiet corners of the mind,
Words dance like fireflies in the night,
Each flicker a spark of untold tales,
Waiting for the dawn of ink and paper.

Beneath the moon’s gentle gaze,
Imagination weaves a tapestry,
Threads of dreams and whispered thoughts,
Crafting worlds unseen, yet deeply felt.

With every stroke, a universe unfolds,
Characters breathe with newfound life,
Their stories sing in silent harmony,
Echoing through the corridors of time.

As the pen glides, a soul finds voice,
In the art of creation, boundless and free,
A testament to the wonders within,
Revealing the heart’s deepest symphony.