In the desert of whispers, where secrets intertwine with sand, the eternal sunrise casts its glow upon forgotten tongues. The silent echoes of ancient chants linger still in the air.
"𓂀𓀁𓀂𓀃," they say, as the silhouettes of twilight dance beneath the ever-watchful orb.
In the land of obscured horizons, time was but a fleeting intention, where the lunar hieroglyphs narrated tales older than stars.