Elegies to Inside Earth

Inside the quiet echo, a whisper brews—born from a dance of sands. These grains carry songs, formal elegies to a realm deeper than reason.

To the cosmos' ear, our laments form constellations of forgotten touch. Each grain an ode, marking the silence that grows; a whisper in ballads of stillness.

Listen as the formations sculpt in slumbers gentle yet irrevocable.

Unravel thoughts that sail on cosmic winds, tales of an antiquated gravity echoing within caverns hand-shaped by time's genesis.

Walk along paths paved with lunar dirt, charted in the footsteps of stars. We engrave hieroglyphs with scarce breathing, imparting earth's elegies to the void. And as heavens sketch prophecies, we listen—echo to echo, the stitching of universes.

The labyrinth holds no grand story; rather, it ribbons our stories throughout the nocturne inside. And so we wait…