In caverns left unspoken, shadows play
The echo of a whisper, once heard by the stray.
Embrace the depths where silence sweeps,
Decode the whispers, where the hidden echoes sleep.

By the luminescent glow of the forgotten stars,
A line traced in the sand speaks of ancient scars.
Here, the tides remember the voice of the wind,
Singing songs of the souls, who long ago sinned.

Beneath layers of time, a melody lies
Composed in the key of silence, beneath the cries.
Windows to the abyss are veiled with frost,
And only the brave shall venture what is lost.

An ordinance of starlight, filtering through
A cipher of dreams cradled in dew.
The call of the deep resonates without form,
While echoes of echoes keep the hidden warm.