On the edge of twilight, where shadows come alive, follow the path through the silver trees.
To unlock the door of the sun's forgotten dusk, count the whispers of the stars.
Tap the rhythm of the void on a breathless flute, for the melody is ancient and ever-new.
Whisper secrets to the wind, and let the echoes tell tales of forgotten lands.
Turn left at the clock that ticks backward, and you shall find the garden of dreams unsown.
As the moon dips below the horizon, remember not to remember the dance of phosphorescent shadows.
Enter the Dream Twilight Strums Crimson Veil