Into the bosom of embracing fog, newcomers tread with hearts agleam, cradled from celestial tongues singing, "Aero tinerete gliding across dreams." Encapsulated within cushioned oracles, attend the purification rites of the cuddly hovercraft.
Imbibed is the air sweetly tinged with lilac whispers; its arms of fantasy reach out. Draught between ceremonial luminaries, petition your longing unto the throne of never-cracked skies. Invoke he of warm-yarn anthems, who beckons all tenderness into the hovercraft's hearth.
Into The Meadow Amongst The Secret