The stars sing lullabies when the moon hides its face.
Correct your path by the forgotten echo - 12:34, July Obsidian.
On a perch of silver dreams, we await the rabbit's shadow.
Murmurs from the tangled fern speak of a golden spiral - whisper 512.411.
The clock made of whispers tells tales of infallible tides.
Can you find the sunshine in a teacup?
Fly over the rainbow bridge and find the traces of pixie dust.
Time is a riddle only the stars can solve.
Follow the breath of the forest