In shadowed motifs where horizon lines stagger, whispered sands awaken to reveal the syllables of atlantis, rusted gears creaking.
Mathematical cascades coexist within gridiron fractions, as though each calculates hushed promises.
The compass heart essays toward spectral latitude. Deep loops of conversation weave between the cracks of antiquity-echo, shouts resembled silence; caravans forgot.
Beyond faded atlases little remains—except the resonant chant that still searches ancient coasts for broken keys.