Beyond the Veil of Whispering Winds,
Traverse the path woven in moonlit silk,
Follow the rivers of ink and starlight,
Where every drop hums the tune of silence.
To find the song of the unbending willow,
turn twice towards the unseen horizon,
fold the sky inward and listen to shadows
as they dance upon the forgotten dew.
In the maze of celestial melodies,
let footprints be the echoes of yesterdays,
count the comets with eyes closed tight,
for vision is but another form of sight.