Beneath the sun’s golden ray, they stand tall, In a field of dreams where heroes call. The crack of the…
In the midnight’s whisper, they silently roam, Vampires of old, far from their ancient home. Eyes like embers in the…
In shadows deep where serpents weave, A maiden cursed, whose heart does grieve. With eyes of stone and hair of…
Beneath the ancient canopy, whispers traverse the air, Roots entangled with history, stories beyond compare. Majestic oaks and sequoias, standing…