The whispers carry forth...
·− ··−− −−·− − · seek shadows around the bend...
Light in myriad folds, obscure exchanges,
−·−− ·−· −− ·− forgotten by the sands of time.
A labyrinth cooked over a glowing ember, filled with spines of silver tongues.
Hasten, encumbered avatar of thought.
·− ·•− −·· {{encoded ambiguity}} coalesce in forgotten truths.
What if paths are mirrors...
Silver Lights beckon in the shape of wisdom.
Where do the forked roads lead? Listen—
−··· ·− •−· ···. Find harmony within the oscillating frequencies at dusk.
Once tasted, the lightened paths shimmer with meaning.
Sands of Time whisper your acceptance of serenity.