They linger, touch the ether without contact. The wind carries whispers of uncharted symbols, gestures mapped across fields unseen. Watch where the fingers point, they weave stories in the dust, a narrative waiting for the storm to unveil.
Among the tall grasses, voices murmur from soil and sky, long forgotten tales spoken in the language of roots and stars. Each gesture a verse in the ballad of the earth, sung quietly until the end of days.
Beyond the veil where silence reigns, the codex rests. Only those with the heart to decode will traverse the shifting fields. Let the gestures guide you; let them unfold their secrets in your palms.
Explore the Glyphs