Within the whispers of the forgotten alphabets,
a fragrance of time lingers,
unwinding secrets in the tapestry of letters.

Stars lose their names in an eclipse of the mundane,
while shadows trace paths over ancient scrolls,
each letter a monument, each word a tapestry.

Listen closely, and you'll hear the hymn of the inconceivable,
a song woven through the fabric of being.
Follow the trail of echoes...