In the cradles of whispering valleys,
where rivers etch their stories into stone,
the cartographer's quill dances, molding dreams
into lines of latitude and twilight hues.
There, a façade of colors unseen to the naked eye,
breathes life through the compass’ tender embrace
charting unknown roads on parchment of clouds.
Walls of mist guide the lost echoes of a horned beast,
their murmurs mesh with the wind’s secret sighs,
inside jungles myth-contorted roots seeking solace
Do you wander those lands? Cloaked in ambiguity,
through caverns where the light of ancient stars
flickers like a magician's last spell....?
Dare to follow the arcane geometry of maps,
shadows merging into forgotten tongues that sing
lullabies of constellations hidden by time.
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