"Courage blooms at the edge of mystery, where the heart's reflection dances in the quiet depths of courage."
A regal figure graces the twilight shore,
Her sword a beacon, glimmers evermore.
Gown of white, a ghost in gentle sway,
Reflecting silver, where night waltzes with day.
Mountains whisper tales wrapped in swirling mist,
As she stands, a keeper of dreams not to be missed.
In this stillness, the heart learns to roam,
Adventure awaits, where the lake meets the gloam.
