Beneath layers of forgotten ink, the whispers of time unravel -> fragmented mutterings of voices long faded into the swell.
Have you scribed upon this parchment of oblivion - where every secret transcribes its own existence?
Awash in ethereal luminescence, the shadowed labyrinth of words resurface... a once-forbidden tale of nights unwoven.
Oscillate between the lines, read between breaths of deconstructed myths— these are not our own verses, yet perhaps they've always belonged to us.