Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains guard the stream, A lone wolf howls to stars above, Echoing tales of timeless love. Through misty vales where memories dwell, A forgotten sage once cast a spell, Weaving dreams from twilight’s breath, Whispering life to conquer death. Two ancient trees with branches twined, Their roots deep in the earth entwined, Stand witness to the seasons’ turn, As golden embers slowly burn. A single leaf descends in grace, To find its final rest...