Amidst the clouds of forgotten memories, one must remember to:
The moon, ancient and wise, requires no more than a soft spoken word at midnight. Bind her with your intentions, and she will guide your dreams into the dawn.
Path to the StarsOn the first day of winter, droplets on the windowpane mark the path of time. Count them not for sorrow, but for the songs they sing as they fall.
Into the OrbitIn the forgotten corners of your mind, shadows dance to the rhythm of the light. Join them, and the stories they tell will echo through your soul.
Shadows' Echo