In the stillness of night,
she tilts her head,
leaning into the quiet glow,
as if the moon, ancient and alive,
could hear the unspoken stories etched in her soul,
the tangled thoughts she cannot name,
the unvoiced truths that tremble beneath her skin.

In its light, she exhales—
a weightless moment,
a secret shared between the stars and the universe,
a whispered truth that ripples through the vastness of time.

Breath slows,
shoulders fall,
and the quiet wraps around her like silk,
the fabric of the cosmos woven into her being.

Every breath, every whisper,
a promise held in the universe’s palm,
a secret only the stars can keep,
until the dawn whispers its return.

Here, under the night’s soft gaze,
she finds herself—
whole,
weightless,
and free—
a fleeting echo of something infinite.