The sands of a desert echo with visions
not found under any sun. The crimson dunes
claimed by shadows materialize at dusk
only for dreamers to grasp swiftly
before they slip again into forgotten roads.
A single line breaks the silence,
weaving through a tapestry of mind.
...8863::R--->DMN-->999:
Codified whispers, a language kissed
by the elusive breeze of forgotten tongues.
Listen as they hum, faint yet clear,
a hymn of the moon sickle soaring
over the claimed crimson vastness,
where paths, unseen, merge and diverge...