In the quiet tongues of the night, whispered
are the ciphers of forgotten lore,
knitted in the threads of complexity's sea.
They hum with phantom footsteps,
dancing in invisible echoes—
a shadow's touch upon a breath.
Underneath the stars' canopy, where
time bends and whispers breathe through
the veils of tender, fading light,
a tapestry unveils, woven by
the hands of spectral dreams,
each thread a story, each knot a sigh.
𖡡𖡣𖡞𖡚𖡥—a line in the sand, a token in
the shadows, a beacon for the brave.
Seek not the meaning, but the mystery
of its silent song, where every note
is a step upon the dew-kissed
labyrinth of dawn.