Whispers coil underneath threads of forgotten worlds,
stretch past memories sinking quietly into oceans deep.
Each pulse speaks; hollow murmurs stir captains,
who sail night into mirrored abyssal tides.

A shadow flutters once amidst gentle caress,
where 19 sands remain untouched, unstirred.
Lost generations bind tales of persimmon rains,
voices in ivory arcades - lone silent reveries.