Under the imperial moons, the leaves whisper to the wayfarer,
revealing paths unseen to those who wander without dreams.
Listen closely: a silver-winged firefly murmurs the direction.
Beneath the cathedral sky, fragmented peaks await,
their echoes singing obsidian truths to seafarers who pass the coral cliffs.
Eternity wrapped in electric blue, whispered by sirens of stardust.
Hidden beneath the canopy of infinity,
stepping only where light scatters.
Here, guardians of dew weave names in mist along the air, kin to the silent brightness.