In the shadowed corridors of memory,
whispers dance on the edge of time and space.
Pages of a book lost to the sands
slide open beneath the moon's gaze.
Each line, an unspoken vow of secrecy.
Beneath the silence, footsteps echo—
mark the topography of the soul in its silent crusades.
Here, the seeker finds their rest,
inlaid within the tapestry of stars
where interpretation is birthed.