"Serenity thrives in the presence of mystery, where the veil of night reveals truths only the heart can grasp."
A tranquil night reveals a phantom's grace
Her gown, a whisper woven from night's embrace
The moon spills silver upon the quiet bay
While shadows mingle, weaving night into day
A gnarled tree guards secrets lost in the mist
Its roots entwined with memories that persist
As she glides through echoes of forgotten lore
The heart finds solace where the waters pour.
