The duskward edge of Glimmerveil shudders,
where the ebon mist meets the star-lit sea.
Here, songs are woven into the clouds,
spun by hands unseen, yet felt by many.
The sands echo stories not wrote,
instead whispered to time by the ancient ether.
Beyond the Wistful Woodlands lies the Tangled Vale,
a place where shadows dance to forgotten tunes.
The trees bear fruit of memory,
sweet and bitter, each tells of tales untold.
Cartographers quiver as they trace its paths—
known yet unknown, familiar yet foreign.