Mighty Whispers

In the realm where winds converse with the leaves,
Unseen hands guide the dance of twilight shadows,
And echoes of laughter ripple across moonlit streams.
Here, the whispers carry tales of forgotten kings,
Of realms untouched by the gaze of mortals,
And the scent of old books sings through the mist.

Deep within the heart of an eternal forest,
The stones speak in riddles, slow and deliberate.
Beneath their weight, a symphony of silence resounds,
Soft as the breath of sleeping giants,
Strong as the roots entwined in the soil of ages.