Once upon a midnight page, beneath the silver eye so sage, a girl drifted on dreams, stitched with hidden seams.
"Whisper softly, lantern glow," said the shadows in their flow, "for tales of yore come forth to play when lunar light holds sway."
Beyond the bramble's unkind reach, lies a valley where silence resembles a song unspoken, if only a heart dared to breach.
Gnarled hands clutch a storybook's frame, letters dance in the dark, but none dare speak the name of the place where joy is tainted with flame.
Venture to the Shadow's Lighthouse
What do you seek in the misted perplex? Turn back, or dare to see the vex? Follow the Silvered Path