𓁕𓊗𓍢𓀪𓋹

The whisper of forgotten tongues echoes in
shadowed recesses of the mind.

Embers of narratives lost to the stars confide
in hieroglyphs shaped by dreams and shaped in
clay and ink, transcending the lines of world and
time.

Seek not the form but the essence within shadows
as dialogues carve parables upon the twilight cloth.

The Oracle Awaits | A Mysterious Mutex