Beneath the earth, hulled remnants linger, eroded scripts whispering secrets of forgotten suns, each letter a hue of time's gentle ache. Granite remembers, though melodies shift like sands, disclosing truths we paint in twilight glimmers and shattered bone.
An altar of dust, a cathedral emerged, slopes etched by uncertain hands, tracing curls of luminescence that slip like echoes beneath a muted sky. Silence weaves through collapsing archways, beneath hollowed arcs upon which spirits whisper their eulogies.