once spoken by the Eternals, rippling through dimensions layer upon layer, the echoes persist. Surviving fragments in unwritten manuscripts, buried in anthropological chaos, creeping vines, lost cities, the clangor of civilization's fall. Unfathomable script sprawling in deserts, gossiping winds through ancient market pathways...
the language of the river, the intonation of mountains. Pulses etched in stone tablets. Hidden in plain sight. Codes awaiting the deciphering gaze. Humanity's symphony, fragmented and incomplete. Staring into the abyss, the abyss must know something.
documents abandoned, shadows interplay. Understanding—a fleeting dream. Encounters with the unknown. An encyclopedia of silences—a lexicon of echoes. inscriptions carved into melancholic solitude...
Glimpses of forgotten tongues: Lamentations of lost cities. Scribe under moonlit arms, intrusions of light into lexical worlds extending outward, spiraling into the methodical march of entropy.
Snatches of life, caught in clandestine breath. Translations linger on the verge. Kingdoms sealed with symbols, echoes of past conquerors. Ritual whispers within crumbling fortress walls...