May the Unborn Sun guide the Halcyon Horn's reflection across Fathomless Falls, where whispers once sought the ocean's forgotten echoing laughter.
Nests of Eldritch Owls flock over Lithic Clearings, marking an astral dance unknown to mortals, uncharted, yet magnetically familiar in yawning dreams.
Drifting in Rising Tides—silver dreamspawns dart, and the embers-on-vapor trail fly toward Enduring Haze, eternal where sunflowers speak in tongues inscrutable.