In realms uncharted, the horizon burns where stories of the sky converge.
A king once lost his crown to a tempest, and the clouds whispered his name.
Beneath the wings of the thunderbird, shadows of giants roam.
Their footprints create valleys—our seas of waves weaving tales unheard.
Once, there was a girl made of stars, wandering the endless azure.
She collects stories, weaving skyward tapestries with silken threads of twilight.
Timeless are the winds that speak as they echo across groundless mountains.
The myths climb higher until the ground winks at the sky.
Observe the path of forgotten comets in search of the cloudwalkers—
Souled wanderers resigned to the winds’ embrace.
And as the constellations align, the horizon dances.
With every myth, another chapter in the sky writes itself.