A cipher dances through dusk, intertwining itself with whispers
And the moon records every supple pulse of the absent sun's song.
Between the lines of history's multilingual embrace,
Lies a soft echo, a forgotten incantation.
Calligraphy of faded tongues whispers silently in tongues again
Voices melded in cryptic sigils,
Yet, void of sound, they speak their truth
In the sombre grammar of light and restraint.
Through forgotten paths embroiled in mystery,
The essence of enigmas and their encoded sighs,
Obscured by sands of time yet silk-screened
Upon endless palimpsests of celestial histories.
Dawn shall fertilize these nocturnal truths - or so the myths say.
Beneath eras of muted tapestries lies the flame of genesis;
A solitary star liberated in silent chorus,
Heralds the revelation of shadows.