To the Heart's Compass: In lands where touch is mere mythology, I chart the motion of shadows cast by unkempt dreams. Follow the trails woven from the gazes of lovers long parted; here lies the realm of whispered reveries.
Notes: The shores of Aeolian Winds kiss the dusk, with fragrances caught between the sighs of birches and the melodies of distant ocean waves. The air grows thick with tales of what could have been, each note resonating with unfulfilled longing.
Valley of Silenced Voices: Tread softly upon the velvet grasses, where we once danced unburdened by time's unyielding grasp. The maps in this domain are etched with memories too tender to share, their paths vanishing like astral trails across an ink-black sea.
Observations: Here, I laid the foundation of a dream—an echo of your laughter that carved valleys, where each hill rises and falls like the rhythm of a lover's breath at peace.