Do the shadows fear the light?
Or do they dance in flames unseen,
Breathing life into echo dreams?
In the whispering woods, where wild dreams are sown,
the initiation of night's solemn rite awakens stars,
born again through night's tender lullabies.
Oh! Silent echoes, cradle us in your reverie,
as dawn's gentle caress reveals the path we tread—
a rite reborn in every heart that dares to dream.