Whispers of the northern lights
woven into the fabric of twilight dreams.
A mountain stands alone, watchful, silver-crowned,
as shadows dance upon reflecting pools.
Time drips, like honey from a forgotten jar,
moments suspended in silk threads,
a misty portal flickers at the edge of reality,
calling the lost wanders home.
Silence, a companion to the wandering echo,
serenades the dreamer beneath a jeweled sky.
Surely, it's just an illusion,
this tapestry of light and shadow,
yet it holds the unspooled essence of ancient whispers.
Enter the haze, wherever it may lead,
for every step leaves a trace in the serenade of stars.