Within the depths, a tapestry of old
Threads made of dreams and dust, coalescing
Shadows dance, a silent laughter in the wind
Unlock the door to the night that never ends
Here lies the riddle:
Not a thing of earth nor sky
A secret kept by long-forgotten winds
Arcane Spire, reach out and listen
The sun and moon play hide and seek
A spiral of time, no beginning, no end
Past lives murmur softly without words
They gather in circles, ghosts on the edge
The clock winds backward; fate unwinds
Look to the Cryptic Chronicle of stars
Where paths cross in a dance of silence
Echoes of a melody never sung