Beyond the fog lies the edge of the stars,
Eternal silence breaks as whispers weave,
Threads of fate, spun with cosmic breath,
The initiation begins, cloaked in the night.
Light dances upon the horizon's veil,
Shadows of the ancients, murmuring in mist,
Voices of the celestial, calling the seekers,
As the moon sheds its wisdom upon the earth.
In the heart of the fog, a circle unbroken,
Where seekers gather, hands raised to the sky,
To receive the whisper of the forgotten stars,
The eternal rite, both tender and grand.