Fleeting tales of the golden dawn that embellishes the call of adventure.

Woven into the streams of nature, the coarseness of the mountains.
Nights of frozen bliss that tamper with the conviction of hands and tools.

The frigid winds that pierce through the worn steadfast cloth and leather;
The raining star light that crashes against the thin line of reality and fantasy.

How the quiet voice echoes so loudly in the chasm of the empty skies.

Returning the stolen time in a single moment,
Silence.

Basked in the light, warmth suffuse,
A torrent of emotions,
Revelation comes.