Gaze into the swirling depths of the orb, where whispered secrets of passion reside, encased in crystalline veils. Each flicker of light a verse, each shadow a stanza unspoken.
Softly now the words break, through layers of the heart, a choreography of dot and dash, of longing encoded in Morse, for you alone to decode.
A silent melody wraps around the numbers, 2-4-1-3-5-6, keeping secrets of enchantments that exist hidden in hallways known only to dreamers.
Read these digits and see, the yearning woven into the twilight, unknown yet expected. The orb hums in response to your unfurling touch.