The Whispers of Forgotten Realms
The Eternal Dance of Shadows
In the quiet murmur of shadowed skies,
the ancient winds speak of lost allies.
Voices entwined in silken threads,
etching memories of the long-dead.
Under the moon's soft, watchful gaze,
step lightly, child, through the misty maze.
A forest path where ivy curls,
holds secrets to a thousand worlds.
Listen close, hear the call,
to realms where night does not fall.