Wander through the whispers shackled by iron dreams,
where the breath of the moon carries echoes from the depths.
A tidal serenade, unseen, sings beneath opaque waters,
sculpting shadows that dance with forgotten constellations.
This venture isn't captured by maps, nor entwined in earthly scripts.
Listen closely as the lunar tide breathes an unfamiliar tone,
the echoes escaping, like timid birds from a gilded cage.
They navigate mist-laden valleys, gathering phantoms at dusk,
joined by spectral orbs of light that drift aimlessly through silence.
What secrets do they cherish in the bowels of this spectral sea?
The unseen guides the lost through ethereal passages,
bridges woven from moonlight and tides awash in dream.
Below, an unseen orchestra plays a symphony of quietude,
serenading thoughts adrift in this twilight haven.
Can you hear their unsung melodies from afar?