In the heart of whispers, where shadows blend,
Wika dances softly, with dreams that mend.
Her steps trace stories, ancient and wise,
Beneath the vast, star-studded skies.

She crafts her tales in twilight’s embrace,
Echoes of history woven with grace.
Her voice, a melody, gentle and pure,
Offers solace, a timeless cure.

In the silence, her spirit thrives,
Breathing life into forgotten lives.
Her essence, a beacon through endless night,
Guiding souls with her radiant light.

As dawn breaks upon the silent shore,
Wika’s dance continues, forevermore.
A testament to the strength within,
A journey of hope, where dreams begin.