Beneath the sun-scattered domes of a bygone realm, the resonance of forgotten tongues doth call.
Hieroglyphs etched upon time's skin, whisper secrets where dream and reality dance entwined.
An awakening trembles through the souls of sand-carved pharaohs, their hands outstretched to realms unseen.
Listen now to the flow of the eternal river, where the moon caresses the waters with silent song.
The gentle unfolding of petals, unseen by eyes long dusted into shadow, shall be our guide.
Beyond the horizon of waking mist, lies the Portal of Dreams, where slumbering echoes seek a voice.
As the breeze carries tales upon danceful wings, we embark upon the Journey's Start, through corridors of time unbound.
Remember the Hidden Myth, wrapped in the enigma of nuanch and shadow, waiting to be unwoven by the whisper of the ancients.