In the realm where rivers whisper to the stars,
gather the streams of luminescent tales.
Learn the dance of shadows fused in water,
each ripple sings a silent symphony.
Beneath the boughs of ancient willows,
stitzed together from fragments of dreams,
flows the current that knows no kinship,
it is the bloodline of Luna's twilight.
Observe, dear wandering drop of dew,
how to mend the seams of broken light.
Follow the course of prayers embedded
in the depths where echoes rest in Godspeed.