Beneath the tranquil expanse where stars sigh their luminous cadenza,
the dream-weaver spins in silence, a loom of moonlit whispers.
With fingers of twilight, she entwines moments ephemeral,
in a dance as ancient as the sorrowful tides' eternal waltz.
Each thread, an echo in a seashell, yearning to tell its tale.
"Above all, the silken voice of destiny murmurs,
a sonnet lost in the reveries of dawn,
whilst dreams slip like silver fish through our thoughts,
fleeting yet everlasting, shadows cast upon the soul's canvas."
Navigate to the Portal of Visage where dreams meet the dawn's canvas.
Listen to the whispers at the Whispering Sands.