The queen lies dormant under a blanket of slowly, moving fog. The moon, her loyal vigilante, keeps the darkness from invading her peace. An orchestra of creatures serenade her gentle rhythm. In and out of slumber she pursues her distant dreams. 

In and out of slumber she pursues her distant dreams. When she turns she moves everything. She can find you with her reach. But she returns to a restful lull. All is calm as it was before. 

Everything continues, order settling once more. 

Come and rest under the swaying trees, be a part of simplicity’s bliss. Be her loving companion and let love reign eternally.