In the labyrinth of dreams, the cosmic wind weaves tales, whispers of ancient truths, and echoes of laughter. Mirth, the alchemical antidote, dances through the night sky, transforming shadows into shimmering stardust.
A drop of moonlight, a dash of comet's tail, the potion of joy flows silently, quelling the storms of forgotten myths. Listen to the whispers, for they are the keys to other realms.