Nature is my sacred place.
In stillness and silence, the edge of a new realm open its door to wander.
In the shades of the woods, along the rivers and shores. Between the rays of lights and the mystical fog.
I am a lone soul with an inherent quest to whisper with the world.
— The Awakened Souls —
The sun grows dark into Winter, and I rise, up among the trees.
Through the passing of the night, The fallen lights float away.
— Taming the Wild Rhythms —
Through the misty veil of dawn, Wondrous tunes rode the winds
Woodland spirits, wardens of fate, The last song from the Earth.
— Les Monarques —
Seeking sighs in the morning fog, he could hear the silence breathing subtly, in the forgotten oaks down the ancient road.
A woodland psalm in a blue light.
— In the Valleys of Lights, I rise —
Roaming in a silent place, space and reflections. A journey to a lonely land, amber mountains and somber earth.
There's a whisper on the untamed wind, there's a sun sheen to guide me. And the Wild is calling.
— Kingdom of Ash —
The silence is rising from the earth like a whisper in the endless.
In the infinite space, beneath the setting sun, I keep walking within the ruins of an ashes castle, on the way to nowhere.
— A Sun in the Night —
Sleepless nights on the lands of ice, I walk towards the horizon of lights, leaving my shadows behind.
I am strayed between two worlds, to the Edge of Infinity.
— Call of the Wild —
Somewhere down a golden shore, where the river leads home, where the pine trees whisper a mesmerizing song.
My mind drifts and I dream of this place, where all started.
— Among Mist and Sun —
Finding stillness between two worlds, Lost in the right direction,
I hear the clouds falling on Earth, Ethereal infinity in a loud silence.
— And at the end, Silence —
Timeless grace through the fog, Fall has left me in a last sigh of winds.
Forgotten pathways in the nascent night, Silence has risen from the Earth, I am now entering into the unknown.
— Anthem for Winter —
Under a wild surreal sky, at the heart of a frosty light, breathing in snowflakes, in the deep blue haze, I have found my way home.
Soon it will be cold enough.
— Fall of the Gods —
Desolated twilight and howling sky, on the shore of Giants,
He stands, losing himself in forgotten times.