The magical city, in the mist of time
Flowing robes, dreams carried by the wind
Thousands of towers piercing the sky
A mystical world hidden beyond the fog
There sits a girl, her hair aflame like fire
A pen in her hand, a tool to capture her heart
In the stillness of contemplation
Life blooms like crimson wildflowers
The golden misty city, tales forgotten
Where ancient legends and new hopes intersect
The girl moves her pen, recording the flow of time
Writing a poem that will be remembered forever
In her gaze, an infinite universe unfolds
Her heart, a vessel of countless stories
The magical city, in her verses
Will shine eternally, like twilight in a dream