Beneath the silvered moon’s embrace, in lands unseen by mortal eyes,
There lies a realm where magic weaves, and ancient whispers softly rise.
Enchanted streams in twilight gleam, where dreams are spun from gossamer threads,
And shadows dance in secret glades, where light and dark in balance tread.

The whispering woods with secrets old, their leaves like tales of yore unfold,
Each rustling branch a story tells, of heroes brave and fortunes bold.
The air is thick with mystic songs, a symphony of night and day,
And in this realm, the heart can find, a place where wonder holds its sway.

Beneath the towering ancient oaks, where faeries flit on silken wings,
And crystal waters softly flow, a chorus of enchantment sings.
The stars above like lanterns glow, illuminating paths of lore,
Guiding those who seek the truth, to realms where dreams forever soar.

So wander through the twilight’s veil, where magic’s breath is ever near,
And let your spirit freely sail, in lands where fantasy is clear.
For in this realm of whispered woods, and streams that dreamers only see,
You’ll find a world where hearts are free, and boundless wonders come to be.