The shadow dances behind closed doors,
a flicker of warmth in the monochrome dusk.
Time unravels in whispered codes,
Upon the shore, forgotten fables breathe.
Stories where the moon speaks to the stones,
tracing tides in binary patterns.
echoing against the shores of silence,
calling forth the lost verses of daybreak.
We are all marionettes to the ocean's song.
Translation Flux
How They Began