Beneath the unbroken sky, where the stars hum forgotten tales,
a vessel of stone drifts silently in crystalline embrace.
Fjords cradle the whispers of the moon,
and time bends in circles, lost to the tide's lullaby.
Shadows dance upon the mist, silent sentinels of the night,
their gaze a woven tapestry of ancient dreams.
Here, the water's edge holds mysteries,
woven in the songs of twilight's gentle sigh.
Listen well, traveler,
for the stones speak in riddles unto the dawn,
and the winds know the names of those
who dared to chase the stars across the waters' horizon.