Cipher of the Mountains

In the valley where echoes dare not linger,
the mountains rest, ancient and silent—a frozen language,
caressed by the breath of void and midnight.

Here, amidst the stillness between starlight,
lay cryptic carvings, shadows of whispers untold.
The parchment skies hide secrets, less spoken.

Unlocking the cipher is but a dance,
one two three steps under a crescent’s gaze.
The mountains hold the key, in silence, and mimic the song
of moments caught twixt time's gentle fingers.