The
mist
dances, twirling secrets beneath the starlit abyss...
In the void, one finds
echoes
of forgotten dreams, gently swaying.
Do the shadows
listen
to the whispers we dare not speak?
Where does the
light
go when it tires of the endless chase?
A rendezvous under the Owl Moon
The Murmurstone's silent claim
Trails through the Moss Path