Under the velvet expanse of night,
where the old year exhales its final breath,
dreams glimmer like scattered stars,
each a flicker of hope, a wish unfurling,
whispering in the crisp, cold air.

In the quiet moments, we gather our aspirations,
nurturing them with gentle thoughts,
tucking them into the folds of our hearts,
as we set forth into this uncharted year,
ready to map our journeys in the constellations of our desires.

Some dreams, like bright comets, streak across the sky,
bold and brilliant, igniting our spirits,
while others twinkle softly, hidden...