Here lies the bones of stories untold, scattered stardust of epochs bygone. The air is thick with ancient whispers, an unbroken chain of syllables vanishing like phantom footsteps upon the sand. A parchment etched upon the memory of time speaks to the broken columns and sunken pillars. Beneath the earth's crust, an eternal heart beats softly within.
You kneel and listen closer, crumbling soil slipping through fingers like grains of an hourglass. Images flicker—a gathering of shadows beneath silver moons. Dreamscapes converge, tethered to the cosmic dance of forgotten carnivals. The echoes linger, faintly shaping the unlettered verses sung by a choir shrouded in sepulchers.
Follow where they lead // into the unrest of the past or remain here within the quietude, where the silence hums gently in your ear.