Glimpse of Time

In the circle of the ancients,
beneath stars long passed from dreams,
a journey unfolds.
Whispers of smoke,
the scent of cedar and forgotten paths.

Rite of the Forgotten Path
Rite of Eternal Waters
Rite of the Sacred Flame

Every gaze cast back,
enriches the soil of the present.
Each heartbeat in unison,
with the dawn of mythic rebirth.

Seasons Again | Echoes of the Forest