In the silent cradle of tomorrow's dusk,
where shadows weave tales of forgotten suns,
echoes of a world unbound whisper gently.
Do you hear the songs of invisible horizons?
They linger like the softest touch of silk,
slipping through the fingers of a day long past.
The stars once danced above these fields,
their light a tender embrace of eternity.
Arise anew, in the echoing twilight,
and trace the paths of ancient light.
Underneath a realm untouched by fate,
we planted seeds of untold dreams,
where every breath is a legacy, a hymn,
sung by the winds to the silent sea.