#HarmonyRetreat
In Icterine glades of old Hispania's embrace,
Where zephyrs play a ballet in verdant grace,
A sanctuary of untold dreams does lie,
Vestiges of forgotten whispers under the sky.

Within this sylvan realm, where shadows dance,
A dappled wonderland, beguiling chance,
Arcana cradled amidst cork oak's might,
Arcadian haven, bathed in amber light.

Beneath the murmuring foliage's soft caress,
Lies a secret world, concealed, no less,
A trove of wonders, untamed, surreal,
In silvan depths where mysteries conceal.

Oscitant flora bloom in borrowed time,
Flamboyant petals uncoil in chime,
A...