[Intro] (spoken, mysterious)
“In the garden of midnight… I harvest the stars.”
[Verse 1] (gentle, dreamy)
In the garden at midnight, you’re harvesting stars,
Bergamot whispers of magic afar.
You walk in with power, a spell in full bloom,
And the flowers sway purple to the beat of your tune.
[Chorus] (sung with power, rising)
Mystara… Velisera… let the magic ignite,
A rhythm like a heartbeat in the moon’s silver light.
You’re a spell that’s been waiting, a song taking flight,
A legend that’s dancing on a midsummer night.
[Verse 2] (steady, flowing)
I stir a cauldron swirling with aurora-light foam,
Each bubble a secret the constellations call home.
With hands full of stardust, I draw down the skies,
Pouring night into vessels where new magic will rise.
[Chorus] (repeat x2, stronger)
[Verse 3] (otherworldly, descriptive)
The hummingbird moth beats its wings in the dark,
A pulse in the silence, a bright fleeting spark.
Katydids shimmer in neon green light,
Their chorus awakens the depth of the night.
[Bridge] (haunting, softer, half-whispered)
You feel that power rising, whisper your own name,
In a garden of shadows where no night is the same.
With a beat that could echo in the heart of the city,
You’re timeless, unchained, fierce and so pretty.
[Chorus] (with echo, repeat x2)
[Verse 4] (enchanted, swelling)
I weave the night with stardust’s gentle gleam,
Pulling constellations into my cauldron’s dream.
Every bubble, a galaxy’s light,
Brewing magic under the velvet night.
[Chorus] (strong, repeated twice)
[Final Verse] (sung with power, repeat x2)
Then like a witch on a broom rising up through the haze,
You lift off at the end in a mystical craze.
The garden fades out, but the beat never dies,
You’re the spell they’ll remember under star-swept skies.
[Outro] (spoken, fading)
“Mystara… Velisera…”
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