"The tides hold secrets,
echoes spun from the whispers of old.
Listen, for if silence breaks,
a thousand dreams unveil.
"Illuminate the darkened paths, he says,
with mirrors of silver
and lanterns that hum
tunes from beyond the dawn."
"The owl speaks in riddles tonight...
nestling among thorns kissed
with stars;
does the vine weave or unravel?"
Where do footsteps lead
when made of mist
and half-remembered sounds?
Seek the Glimpse
Shadows dance in crescent moons,
the moon turns its face away,
a symphony below the world's breath.
Follow the Arcane Path