[Intro – airy, ethereal] Whispers of a dream— find the truest longing inside. Words become sound, soft as a sigh. A touch of jazz, a breath of lo-fi, the soul hums low, and dreams reply. The rhythm steadies, slow and kind, camera glides through springtime light. Notes spiral wide, echo and wind— floating, fading, through the night. [Mid – hushed, intimate murmurs] So gentle, so divine. Like a lullaby I used to know. I drift to sleep in this magic tone— a lucky soul, a quiet glow. [Build – softly awakening wonder] Where will the next wand sway? Will light dance like poetry again? Fields open wide, colors bloom, a dream hums low beneath the tune. Elves and fairies, robes in flight, their laughter spins in morning’s light. Running through seasons, fields of grace— time slows down, I lose my place. [Outro – calm, grounded peace] Here I rest, woven in the scene. Every breath, a gentle dream. The closer I drift, the softer it seems— the nearer I am to what I dreamed.
