✦ Once, in a land untouched by the hands of time, where the winds carried whispers of forgotten songs, there lay a valley embroidered with moonflowers. Their luminous petals unfurled only under the invisible caress of ethereal luminescence. In this place, shadows did not follow, but danced, as if they knew the secrets of the stars that poured silently upon the earth.
✦ There lived a woman with a voice like the tinkling of crystal rivers. She spun tales of bygone eras, where knights and faeries mingled in sylvan courts. The listeners, shrouded in velvet night, could see not her face, but the silhouettes of dreams cast upon the walls of reality,
like ancient murals painted by the hands of celestial beings.
✦ Ever in motion, stories washed over the listeners. They traveled paths paved with moonlight, leading to mysterious doorways adorned with vines and stars. To enter or not, the choice was theirs, but the door would always remain ajar, inviting them to dance with shadows and light.
✦ In the end, the tales themselves became the wanderers, seeking out those who dared to dream with their eyes wide open.
Step further into the light that casts no shadow:
The Hidden Glade
Echoes from Beyond
The Silvery Tide