Listen closely, the bubbles above the stars speak in colors unknown.
When the sun yawns, walk softly on the purple sands and gather whispers.
The silver tide flows from the north; it will guide you when you touch the whispers.
Do not fear the shadows, for they are the friends of the light that does not burn.
To open the door of silver rain, hum the song of forgotten feathers.
Only then will the whispers unfold into the true destiny of the woven haze.