In the eternal dusk where echoes play,
an unseen whisper carries the weight of stars.
Its voice, a language wrapped in ancient mist,
calling forth remnants from the sleeping sands.
The moonless night
introduces glyphs
of forgotten tongues;
hieroglyphs inscribed
on the bones of wind,
marking passages
to the hollow dwellings
of named shadows
that once roamed
the silent courts
of memory.
Can you decipher the script,
that mourns in the silence
between heartbeats?
The descending glyphs,
a dance upon forgotten echoes,
define a world
unseen, untouched,
waiting beneath
woven shadows.