In the cradle of night, where silence reigns,Soft whispers guide the weary mind,Into realms where reality wanes,And dreams become the stars aligned.Veils of slumber gently unfold,Unraveling tales of wonder and grace,Through moonlit paths, stories retold,A dance of shadows in a timeless space.Dreams weave tapestries of light,In colors unseen by waking eyes,Where fantasy takes its flight,And the soul in gentle harmony lies.As dawn approaches, dreams take flight,Fading like echoes in the morning mist,Leaving behind a soft, lingering light,A whisper of magic that still persists.