Mistbound Friends in Geneva

In the shadows of the mountains high. Where the whispers of the night

softly sigh. I wandered through the mist so deep. With secrets of

the stars to keep. A shimmer caught my eye, a light so

bright. Dancing in the darkness, celestial sight. Figures in the

haze with skin of gray. They beckon me closer in a cosmic ballet.

With every heartbeat, the world stood still. As they spoke to my soul

with a voice that could thrill. A language of music, a rhythm divine.

In the heart of Geneva, our fates intertwined. Oh, encountering the mist,