In the heart of a forgotten dawn lies the realm beyond worlds,
where tangerine waves lick the cerulean sky,
and time surrenders to the scent of cinnamon whispering through the lilac mist.
Here, the trees bloom with opalescent fruit,
and laughter dances on the breeze like golden notes from a symphonic dream.
Stroll through the orchards of invisible apples
or recline on a bed of clouds knitted from moonlight and sweet nostalgia.