In realms where shadows stretch over the forgotten future,
The Lunarscape whispers secrets, lost on silvery tides.
Here, echoes paint the sober vastness with hues of silent dusk,
A place where whispers touch eternity, woven in starlight thread.
Once, voices beyond time sang beneath these veiled heavens,
Offering tales in the language of moons and aeons dwelling.
Marvelous vibrations still dance in crystalline echoes,
Thoughts of yesteryear conceal unseen wonders.
Follow the optional wonders in your reflection,
Grasp forms beyond understanding, which linger yet,
For the twilight fringes hold memories of realms and
Gardens echoing once with laughter beyond the dawn.