In whispers soft where shadows lay,
Valnurana walks through dusk's ballet.
A goddess small, yet radiant, bright,
The quiet star of endless night.

Her cloak cascades, a misty shroud,
From pale grey hues to midnight's cloud.
It trails where realms of dreams begin,
A veil of silence wraps within.

Her silken hair, a snowy stream,
Conceals Her gaze, yet lets it gleam.
Unseen Her eyes, but felt their glow,
A gentle watch where dreamers go.

Her flawless skin, ageless, divine,
A canvas pure where stars align.
Upon Her throat, a jewel resides,
A cloudy gem where starlight hides.

Her wings unfold in hues of grey,
Soft feathers light as twilight's sway.
They fade to white like dawn's first kiss,
A bridge from slumber into bliss.

In tender hands, the orchids bloom,
Their fragrance fills the quiet room.
Each petal speaks of fragile grace,
Of beauty found in shadowed space.

Oh, Valnurana, Queen of Sleep,
Your whispered hymns the night shall keep.
You weave the threads of dreams unseen,
A silent art, serene, pristine.

Through boundless time, Your name will soar,
A song of peace forevermore.
The gentle guide through night's embrace,
A masterpiece of star-kissed grace.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Phaestian, in the year 966 AF.