The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky, Casting shadows where dreams quietly lie. A gentle breeze whispers through ancient trees, Carrying secrets on the evening breeze. Upon the lake, the ripples dance and gleam, Mirroring stars in a liquid dream. A lone swan glides with grace and silent pride, Across the water, nowhere left to hide. In distant hills, a temple bell does chime, Marking the passage of eternal time. Monks chant soft prayers that drift into the night, Guiding lost souls towar...

The silver moon hangs in the midnight sky, Casting shadows where dreams quietly lie. A gentle breeze whispers through ancient trees, Carrying secrets on the evening breeze. Upon the lake, the ripples dance and gleam, Mirroring stars in a liquid dream. A lone swan glides with grace and silent pride, Across the water, nowhere left to hide. In distant hills, a temple bell does chime, Marking the passage of eternal time. Monks chant soft prayers that drift into the night, Guiding lost souls towar...