In the quiet mist of a forgotten world,
She lingers, a dream adrift on water’s edge,
Her thoughts like distant moons glowing softly,
Reflecting the secrets of the deep.
Her mind, a sphere of ancient wonder,
Illuminated by the soft touch of the heavens,
Holds the weight of silent stars,
Each one a fragment of a long-lost memory.
In the stillness, she contemplates the tides,
The ebb and flow of time's gentle hand,
Her eyes closed to the waking world,
Yet open to the vastness of the unknown.
Beneath the surface, where light meets shadow,
She seeks the wisdom of forgotten realms,
Where the moon’s tender embrace
Carries the echoes of what was and what will be.
She is the keeper of twilight’s grace,
A solitary figure in the fading light,
Holding within her the universe's song,
Sung in whispers, carried by the wind.