Above lies the sun's tender embrace,
Below fingers the frost-kissed hush; Respire, reverberate, sing anew,
For the Hidden Caves await your breath.
(The Earth listens; chant softly.)
A catchment for unwhispered wishes,
Doorway agape as myths softly chime and riddle; The stones hum aged lore—
Do you dare to listen? They murmur destinies spun in silence.
Lilting voices loop, unanchored dreamers fall;
To the realm where melody finds water and is born—Unknown stream, unknown refrain.
Paint the night with spoke-from-light voices; trespass and unveil the symphony.