In the time before shadows spoke and skies whispered secrets, dawn introduced itself with a gentle radiance. The ancients gathered, sharing knowledge through lullabies, their tones softening the world around.
Once, a tale used to float upon the wind, carrying whispers of stars:
Sleep, sweet child of the sun, while the cosmos weave your fate among the void's grand tapestry.
Follow the steps of light through these paths:
As the sun bows to the horizon's calls, remember that every dawn is an echo of something ancient.