In misty lake's veil, where waves murmur forgotten epics, A beaver, shrouded artisan in bark's rugged cloak, Chisels dreams from driftwood, ...

In misty lake's veil, where waves murmur forgotten epics, A beaver, shrouded artisan in bark's rugged cloak, Chisels dreams from driftwood, paws wielding nature's quill, In dam's concealed chamber, visions emerge like starlit blooms. Tiny chisel gleams like a comet's tail in webbed hold, eyes twin embers ...