In a realm where dreams weave ’round reality’s beat,
Echoes of visions, twilight’s soft-feet treat.
From imagination’s spectrum, bursts colors so neat,
Artists paint tales, with hues discrete and fleet.

Moonlit pirouette, a ballerina’s spin, light as flair,
Sculptress shapes galaxies, a cosmic affair.
Vocalist belts out notes, lifting the weight of air,
In this dreamy junction, their crafts interlace and pair.

Past the artistry, a forest sways, deep ruby hue,
Where mysteries whisper, and old tales renew.
At its gate, twins draped in metallic cue,
Silver and gold threads, destinies they preview.

Guardians of secrets, of stories galore,
Prophets of the path, and what it has in store.
With a knowing glance, the entrance they unbar,
Leading our chosen dame, to journey afar.

Into the woods, under sunlit-moon’s tune she goes,
With each step, a radiant bridal glow she shows.
But where’s her groom? In shadows, he bestows
His presence, a hidden force, only she knows.

Petals soft, mark her way, destiny’s design,
Echoing steps, fate and time intertwine.
From the foliage, bridesmaids in red align,
Nature’s ritual, a sacred, age-old sign.

Around her they gather, voices in sync and song,
Washing away burdens, healing lifelong wrong.
With brook’s embrace, and fire’s passionate throng,
They fortify her spirit, make her soul belong.

In this rufescent sanctuary, where dreams twist and twirl,
The bride discovers self, as mysteries unfurl.
Reborn, invigorated, life’s secrets she’d unfurl,
Emerging as a seer, in the world’s endless whirl.