In the quiet whispers of the night,
Where stars align in sacred rite,
Fate’s hands weave stories untold,
Of destinies both young and old.

Through the corridors of chance we stride,
Guided by an unseen tide,
Each step a dance on fate’s grand stage,
As chapters turn from age to age.

The threads of life, so finely spun,
Connect the many, bind to one,
In the tapestry of dreams and fears,
Woven through our fleeting years.

Embrace the path that fate has shown,
For in its weave, we are not alone,
Together, we journey hand in hand,
Through the realms of this enchanted land.