"In the shadows of enlightenment, the glyphs wait, etched by time's forgotten borrowings.
They speak a tongue borne of sand and sky, the brief whispers of illusory patterns
marking — paths carved amidst celestial abodes.
Follow the glittering paths,
tracing your lineage back to earth:
tongue to tongue, stone to stone, golden breath to
whispered echoes.
Engage your heart with the rhythm of forgot tales,
and let the primordial hieroglyph expand upon
realities itself chooses not to bear, lest we seek more ~ clandestine glances.
Each mark a mirror of your soul;
as the tiding glyphs embrace your essence:
anoint your graven image within an endless current to the aeons.