Between the folds of a forgotten mind
whispers trace the echoes of what once was.
In this labyrinth of stars, stars of dust,
unfurl the ancient signs, the sacred codes.
Gaze into the amber pools,
where thoughts of yore dive and ripple.
Pale traces of words, fossilized,
breathe within the caverns of this night.
Lines on lines, curving under,
etch the soft laments of forgotten dreams,
they were here; they were once alive,
beneath our gaze, in rhythm divine.
What does the old codex speak
in languages twisted by time?
The truth of flightless wings,
the songs of shadowed lights.