Whispers of the Forgotten

Twinkle, twinkle, little dream, feathered thoughts in an endless stream.

Underneath the boughs, shadows giggle, bubbling secrets burst with a wiggle.

What do journeys tell when the stars cry? Listening moss shows purple sky.

Who chased the dragonflies with laughter vast, retreating echoes of ages past?

Unravel the Glyphs

Follow the Pathway

Secrets of the Spheres