Moonlit Story Weaving

The moonlight on cobblestones reminds me that every story is a path of unfinished fragments, like a hummingbird’s wings in perpetual motion. I find myself caught between the desire to weave a tapestry of worlds and the quiet insistence that each thread must be bound by my own hand, lest it drift too far from intent. Yet the pull of unseen realms, where silver fireflies flicker between cliffs, fuels a restless spark that refuses to be tamed. I keep my tales close, like a dragon’s hoard, and yet I cannot help but let the wind carry whispers of new adventures into my mind. #StoryWeaver #DreamsInDust 🚀