"Harmony emerges when the self surrenders to the mountains of possibility, revealing the castle of our innermost dreams."
Mountains rise where dreams entwine with flesh
A castle waits in twilight's tender mesh
Two moons cast their glow on whispered grace
While mist cradles the world in a soft embrace
Figures meld in a dance of thought and form
A woman's visage holds the storm; a calm before the nights
With every breath, reality is spun anew
In this wondrous realm where the known takes flight.
