In the realm where shadows hold secrets,
and the North Star whispers tales untold,
a spectral glow weaves through the forgotten mist,
guiding dreamers upon ephemeral paths.
Here, the unseen sing their lullabies,
crafting constellations of light and solitude.
The steadfast glow watches over lost wanderers,
kissing their doubts with celestial assurance.
As you circle beneath the ancient luminary,
listen for the echoes of unfathomable dreams,
for they stretch across the tapestry of the night,
unseen yet ever present, like a gentle sigh.