Where the grids converge
A language lost to time stands still
Whispered by shadows, echoed in dreams
Written with dawn's first light
Yet seen only by those who dare to listen

In the void, letters flicker
Touched only by hands unseen
The ink of truth flows in rivulets
Dark upon dark, silent yet loud
Navigate the labyrinth, find the hidden key
The Whispering Maze
Ancient Index

Echoes of the unsaid
A mantra without voice
The glyphs pulse, a heartbeat of their own
In the matrix of silence, a symphony of ghosts

Listen not with ears, but with shadows
The light dances on edges unseen
In the Land of the Unseen
Language Maze