You step upon the shore; grains of silver slip beneath your hesitant feet.
Twin moons weave dreams through the twilight fabric that envelopes this alien vista.
Whispers, like forgotten echoes, circle the horizon, riding the translucent waves.
Here, reality bends, crimson shadows dance amid the mist.
Awakened from slumber beneath the bog of time, silent guardians peer from the depths,
Their eyes ancient wells gathering stories untold.