With shoes made of whispers, follow the echoing path
where moonlight dances upon the silent sea.
Take the third left at the golden cloud and
let the breeze guide you to where dreams take
root in the soil of forgotten tales.
Beyond the horizon where the sun dips low,
a caravan of stars awaits your arrival.
Speak the name of the wind and sail east
until the shores of silence cradle your
journey's end.