Once, there were whispers among the blades of grass,
a language older than the stars,
written in the sighs of the wind.
Do you hear them? Echoes of Time await.
In the heart of desolation, a seed of truth grows.
Alien yet familiar, the skies weep
for the tales untold, for the dreams unfulfilled.
Touch the past with the Journey Beyond.
Shadows dance beneath the emerald sea,
guardians of ancient secrets,
their presence felt, not seen.
Follow the trail to Unseen Paths.
The horizon stretches, a canvas of forgotten verses,
painted by the brush of eternity,
silent yet screaming in a language unspoken.
Listen closely, Fields of Vigil.