In a realm untamed, where echoes of magic play,
A lone soul awakened, in wonder and dismay.
No human trace, just mysteries in the air,
In the enchanted land, where dreams and reality share.

Lost in uncertainty, he questioned his reality seam,
Is this a dream, or a place from a forgotten dream?
Amidst the haze of uncertainty, he ponders his plight,
In this surreal landscape, shrouded in mystic light.


Is this a dream, or a tale spun by magic's hand?
In awe and wonder, he roams this fantastical land.
Wandering aimlessly through the unknown expanse,
Each step a journey, in a mystic trance.

With each step taken, He lost his way,
Yet in the stillness, He long to stay.
The snowdrifts whisper of forgotten lore,
As he wander on, forevermore.

Each step taken, a journey grand,
In this fairyland, where mysteries stand.
Flowers bloom in hues unseen,
In medows lush, with grasses green.

He wanders on,
Until a valley reveals, beneath mountain's grand height,
Where wandering ends and awe takes flight.

With resolve renewed, he ascends the peak's steep slope,
Each step a triumph, in the realm of hope.
Climbing mountain, seeking the sky,
Through forest dense, where shadows lie.
At mountain's zenith, where dreams seem to aspire,
He finds himself atop, in awe of nature's fire.

From the mountain heights, a river flows free,
Its waters pure, a mirror for the sky to see.
Through valleys deep and medows green,
It winds its way, a silver serpentine.

Atop the highest peak, where snow forever lies,
A pine forest whispers secrets 'neath starlit skies.
The moon and stars, so close, they seem to embrace,
As if the heavens themselves have found their place.

To stand upon the mountain's crown,
Is to feel the magic, to know the unknown.
For in this land of mystery and light,
Solitude is not a burden, but a wondrous delight.

So he wanders, he roam,
In this enchanted land, he now calls home.
For in farthest North, where no humans trod,
Lies a land of magic, in Fairytale lore.


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