The Nightsong is being sung. Can you hear it?
Attentive ears heed the splendid singing of the stream skimming over smoothened stones and sand, winding its way through a wood enchanted by the Nightsong.
Roving eyes rest on the tall, stately trees, cloaked in magnificent mossy majesty. Their leaves tinkle in melodious harmony to the soothing sound of the brook singing the Nightsong.
Skin tingles as a warm night wind weaves her way through the regal trees, and whispers to fallen leaves, enticing them to waltz with her to the Nightsong.
Vision is enhanced as mellow beams of moonlight drift downward to land on the forest floor and ride on ripples of flowing water.
Exquisite fragrances are freed from the flowers on the forest floor, passionately responding to the Nightsong.
All around, the Nightsong is being sung. Just listen.
Attentive ears heed the splendid singing of the stream skimming over smoothened stones and sand, winding its way through a wood enchanted by the Nightsong.
Roving eyes rest on the tall, stately trees, cloaked in magnificent mossy majesty. Their leaves tinkle in melodious harmony to the soothing sound of the brook singing the Nightsong.
Skin tingles as a warm night wind weaves her way through the regal trees, and whispers to fallen leaves, enticing them to waltz with her to the Nightsong.
Vision is enhanced as mellow beams of moonlight drift downward to land on the forest floor and ride on ripples of flowing water.
Exquisite fragrances are freed from the flowers on the forest floor, passionately responding to the Nightsong.
All around, the Nightsong is being sung. Just listen.
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