In the Heart of the world, where Sapience meets,
Lies a sky full of stars, a cosmogenic feat.
There lies a truth, oft unseen but bright,
That binds us all clearest on the darkest of nights.

Above towering peaks and vast, rolling plains,
The stars paint a picture that never once wanes.
They twinkle and shimmer, a cosmic ballet,
Connecting all lands in a mystical way.

Over deserts that stretch with shimmering sands,
And forests, so dense, where the wild ones stand.
From the Tundra's fierce ice to Itzatl's ravines,
Moralea song and dance can always be seen.

They watch over rivers, hold vigil for earth,
And valleys that echo with each creature's mirth.
In cities that bustle with life's ceaseless hum,
And ruins that whisper of kingdoms undone.

The stars are a beacon, a guide in the night,
A reminder of triumph and unyielding might.
They speak of the past, of stories untold,
Of empires that rise and heroes of old.

They sing of a future where hope will prevail,
Where unity blossoms and all will not fail.
So, gaze at the stars with wonder and awe,
For They are the ties from which none can withdraw.

In Their twinkling light, find strength everyplace,
For The Heart of all Sapience knows stars' embrace.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 7th of Ivolnos, in the year 2 AC.