Beneath the veils of whispering leaves,
in corridors where dusk eats the light,
lies a secret archived in rust, a tale caged in shadow's trust.
Have you traced the ancient roads,
where echoes linger, clouded and cold?
Encounter not the wandering soul,
decipher only those who unfold.
Seek the voice borne from the night's embrace,
a melody of the forgotten, lingering in space.
read not the face, but the flow of fate; the stars hint softly,
listen, piece together.