In the caverns of untouched time, secrets hum like dormant lightning
no echo reaches, no ear listens, crowned relics lost beneath shifting sands
listen... the ancient wind carries tales foreseen by eyes unseen.
Paths are etched upon the breath of the land, invisible,
touched only by those seeking the history woven in lunar lullabies.
Shadows dance in twilight beneath the specters of bygone constellations,
their whispers sing the ballads of vanished futures.
Glimpse there
where the locusts chirp in decimals unheard, hum the scales of time turned backwards.
Paths lay hidden, resonating in soft murmurings of
storyless stories.
Around stagnant pools of clarity, forgotten particles drift, suspended.
Grains of history in the hourglass of somewhere's else,
pull back the veil and witness
an echo's silent sanctuary
where tomorrow melts into the fabric of ages untangled.