In the twilight between two dawns, where shadows whisper secrets left untold,
The ancients carved their dreams in stone, beneath the watchful stars of old.
Melodies played in reverse, unravel not the sound but the silence,
Notes dance backward in time’s embrace, unraveling the cosmic violence.
Eternal are the paths unseen,
Where whispers trace the lines of fate,
In the echoes of forgotten streams,
Destiny does not await.