In the circuitry of the stars, beneath the shadows of forgotten constellations, numbers weave their whispers through the ether, echoing secret tales...
4 whispers of the 7 winds,
23 echoes through the 11 thicket,
at the 66th pause of silence,
88 dreams cradle the unspoken truth.
Patterns etched in 9 sands
and woven in 55 twilight threads,
a code, a song, a silent chant
waiting at the cusp of reason.
Let your mind wander amidst the figures,
for they speak in ways human language falters.