In the assembly of forgotten forms, stars align to the whispers of winds. Traces of geometry, unseen, unfold before the shadows.
Paths linger like dreams, ephemeral, guiding the seeker through the twilight fog.
Listen, and you shall hear:
the geometry of silence,
whispering through the veils of dawn.
Echoes of unseen shapes,
long forgotten, waiting to breathe
in paths drawn by phantom hands.