In the whispering hush of forgotten realms,
where the shadows trace the edges of dawn,
ancient voices weave through the mist,
luminous and tender, a celestial echo.
Glowing in memory's gentle embrace,
they dance upon silvered waters of time,
a chorus of history unbinds itself,
lifting the veil from sighs long bottled.
What stories linger in the heart of eternity?
What ancient tales cradle the stars?
Beneath the arcane sky they float,
timeless as the moon's tear upon the sea.