The Art of Dreamcrafting

In the forge of slumber, where whispers bind,
To weave the fabric of a dream-defined.

Gaze upon the stars that sigh and weep,
For in their midst, the lost visions creep.

What secrets does the night conceal?
When silence speaks and shadows kneel.

Land of the traitorous waking seam,
Born of twilight and mythic stream.