In the quiet stillness of the moonlit night,Feathers drift softly through the silver glow,Carrying whispers of forgotten flights,Where dreams and reality gently flow.Each feather holds a story untold,Of journeys across vast, endless skies,With secrets wrapped in their silken fold,And mysteries hidden from prying eyes.As the gentle breeze plays its sweet tune,The feathers dance in an ethereal waltz,Guided by the light of the watchful moon,In a world where time gracefully halts.So let your heart take wing and soar,On the breath of dreams and feathered grace,To lands where magic reigns evermore,And the spirit finds its rightful place.