Beyond the capes where the moonlight dances, Lurks a symphony cast in the shrouded sands. Close, yet whispering — forging a journey on untold trails. They sing, hidden voices under the celestial dome, Invitations woven in forgotten waits.
Echoes through hollow valleys, Filler of silent temples and lingering gods. Are you here, now; part of this indistinct chant? A cry emerges — crude parchment reveals itself. Read the verses only once; tilt them to the candle's flicker.