The Song of Oeagrus’ Gift:I. The Mountain’s BreathBeneath the heavens’ wheeling gaze,Where Titans carve the sky,Oeagrus stood on shadowed crags,Where eagles dare not fly.His blood bore threads of starlit weft,From Atlas, straining high,The burdened sire of world and storm,Who whispered through the sigh.“Child of my sinew, mark this song,The spheres in chorus sing,Each note a thread of endless night,Each chord the dawn they bring.Receive the lyre, my shaping hand,A gift of cosmic flame,To soothe the weeping earth below,And set the stars aflame.”The style is inspired by the flowing lines and intricate detail of Alphonse Mucha, the sublime and romantic landscapes of Caspar David Friedrich, the ethereal linework of Yoshitaka Amano, and the whimsical atmosphere of Hayao Miyazaki.