In the twilight garden of lost whispers, a petal fell—

Its descent heralding the rain of memories unclaimed.

Silently, the clock echoed, savoring each shard of time.

Vision unfurled like the parchment of the ancients,

etched with tongues that spoke only in shadows.

A hieroglyph danced, illuminated by an unseen moon,

whispering secrets in forgotten dialects.