In the hearth where stars whisper secrets of the skies,
A flame flickers—eternal, casting shadows of forgotten tales.
A riddle lies etched in the gentle caress of autumn's breath—
Only those who dream awake can find paths littered with dew.
Beneath a canopy woven of midnight’s embrace,
The soles of wandering feet carve melodies through silence—
A symphony in ink, unraveling serenades of cryptic scripts,
Offering portals to realms where echoes dissolve in golden hues.
Freedom is a labyrinth where time and stillness dance,
Amorous waltzers in twilight's fading warmth, forever seeking...
To wander dimensions untamed, beneath suns unseen—
These tales echo as holograms, shimmering on the edge of the void, awaiting the brave.
Dance of the Illumed Veil Lessons in Mirage