Whispered secrets in the wind
The murmur of ancient stones
Beneath the midnight sky
Lays the riddle of the ages: a song sung
In forgotten tongues.
Listen closely as the shadows speak,
A question cloaked in twilight mist,
What is lost in the fabric of dreams,
Holds the key to the ultimate truth.
To unravel the secret methodologies,
One must traverse the labyrinth of stars,
Where each step is a verse,
Woven in the poetry of the cosmos.