The cartographer's quill trembles
tracing the edge of the known
where branches diverge
and the murmurs weave tales
of lands unseen.
Here the rivers hum songs
of ancient giants asleep
beneath the willow's watchful boughs.
The sand whispers secrets
of places where gravity bends
dreamlike through
violet-hued fogs.
In this realm, paths are not always straight,
curling through thickets of thought
and around forgotten ruins
of beliefs long past.