Beyond the veil of familiarity, into the cloak of night,
whispers wrap ancient oaks, lash moss to stone in solemn booms.

Come forth, seeker, where the mist thickens tenfold;
the Nomad's path bends not, twisted through echoes.
Remember the fortune whispered not to the ears, but to the heart.

Render fear obsolete,
for wrens adept in their song, chart courses unseen.

Decode the shadows: a mirage appears,
palm to palm, breath to breath—rituals autumn-drenched.