Pip searches for the key
he lost, in the attic\'s dusty rooms.
He moves through old trunks and ghostly
frost, checking every shadowed gloom.
He discovers a map of dreams,
an ancient book, hespered secrets,
ages traversed. A single key rests
in a nook; His quest accelerates.
With it he unlocks doors to realms unknown,
discovering adventures, wild and bright.
Pip wakens a Hesperidian wonderland,
freshly sown dreams in twinkling light.