In the realms where shadows dance,
An ancient tide rolls—echoes moan.
Forgotten scripts of silent tongues,
Carved on the wavering edges of time.
Perceptions coiled like the serpent's tail,
Guarding the unvoiced truths of ether.
Here lies the temple, under stars' gaze,
Its arches a dream, its stones a sigh.
Paths of light that twist through darkness,
Trace their courses on unseen seas.
Navigate these currents, seeker,
And find the hidden scriptures of dusk.