In the dawn's gentle cradle, a whisper stirs.
Do you remember the first breath of the ocean's song?
The mountains hold their silence, timeless and wise.
We spoke there, in the shadows of their crowns.
A child of the woods watches, unseen, yet known.
Your eyes tell stories of worlds yet unformed.
Stars weave narratives across the tapestry of night.
Beneath their gaze, we find our forgotten paths.