He leaned forward, eyes glinting softly like moonlight on still water.
"Not all that visits us in slumber is mere shadow or fleeting thought.
Sometimes, the past reaches out—not in words, but in whispers caught.
A woman laughing in silvered light, her roots deep as ancient trees,
Is she memory, or a seed yet sown on tomorrow's gentle breeze?
The fairies that dance in your vision — are they guides or guardians true?
Or reflections of a power waking, long hidden inside of you?
To know your path, you must look beyond the veil of night,
And listen for the song that turns darkness into light.
But beware, young seeker, for riddles walk with dual face—
Truth wrapped in mystery, a puzzle time can only trace."
He smiled faintly, quill tapping rhythmically on the desk.
"Walk with patience, and let your heart be both question and answer."
