Within these caverns carved by whispers of forgotten winds,
a gentle hum envelops. Here, the crystals vibrate in tune
to secrets long buried beneath the ethereal soil.
Pondering pools ripple with thoughts unspoken,
each droplet a memory reflecting through a funhouse mirror.
What is truth, and what is illusion, as they twine in dance?
Shadows of voices cling to the vibrant walls,
echoing not with words, but with the persistence of silence.
Touch the unknown, and the known shatters across
the sky, a constellation of forgotten dreams.