She whispered tales of clouds woven into celestial tapestries,
where stars blink in cryptic winks and the moon smiles wistfully at shadows.
Wanderer, have you felt the touch of timelessness on your brow,
as you tread on paths neglected by moonlit dreams?
Find the whispers in heights.
In the echoes of a forgotten dawn, we breathe the air of yesterday's tomorrow.
Do you remember when the skies wept violet tears
upon the earth’s ancient scars, healing them in silver lullabies?
Follow the ancient paths.