In the heart of Tanaglove, where whispers dance,
Dreams take flight, in an endless trance.
Time stands still in this mystical land,
Guiding souls with a gentle hand.

Through forests deep and valleys wide,
Magic and wonder, forever abide.
The stars above, like lanterns bright,
Illuminate paths in the darkest night.

Rivers of silk, and mountains of gold,
Stories of yore, by the elders told.
The wind sings songs of ages past,
Echoing tales that forever last.

In Tanaglove, dreams come alive,
Where hearts are free to soar and strive.
A place where time and space entwine,
And the soul’s true essence finds its sign.