In the temple of the unseen gods,
where shadows caress the dew-kissed stones,
a riddle murmurs beneath dreams untold.
With the winds' embrace, it sings in tongues forgotten,
a symphony of whispers woven through time.
Hieroglyphs trace the paths of moons anew,
as the wanderer|stumbles upon echoes of fires long extinguished.
Reflections dance upon the surface of knowing,
like petals unraveled by secrets unspoken,
unveiling the silent math of the heart's desire.
Make a wish upon labors unseen;
lift the veil betwixt origins and destinies.
For every angle is a song of history,
and every curve, a promise held within the stars,
where the eyes of dreams weave the tapestry of life.