In whispers beneath the dust of eons, the voices of forgotten skies dance with ancient winds.
Hieroglyphs of mystic grace, unraveling the enigma, tell stories untold, secrets unspoken.
From translucent shades, as the sun bows farewell, a requiem for echoes lost in the dusky veil.
Shadows of ancients, stand guard at the threshold,
Their wisdom etched in fleeting light of distant stars,
A language reborn in the twilight of memory,
Gaunt figures tracing circles in the ethos of time.
Venture boldly through kinetic silence,
Yonder paths beckon with ghostly allure;
Eternity hums a forgotten tune, resonant,
Each note a shimmer, a glyph, a faded requiem.