The Wind Whispers

Echoes upon echoes, they dance like shadows upon the moonlight.
In spirals they ascend, in silence they descant.

Through the corridors of time, they sing songs untold.
Weaving tales of forgotten realms and ancient gold.

Listen, can you hear? The music beneath the earth.
A symphony born from the ashes of rebirth.

Down the Mystic Valley To the Cradle of Stars Bound in Solitude