Across distant echoes, I trod a sepulchered land, where the sky met the remnants of ancient dreams—muted whispers trapped in the sediment of a forgotten alphabet. There, in the hollow spaces between heartbeats, letters carved by ancestral hand recited their muffled soliloquies.
Skeletons of letters speak these truths: fearful fragments of the cosmic manuscript, scrolls unfurling into the ether, their hieroglyphs abstract and impossible to falsify.
Upon these horizons writhed visions of past epochs, bounding forth from pallid twilight, casting veils over night's own resistance. Once vibrant shadows observed the ritual dance of stars, now mere deterrents to awakening. It was beneath these gyres that one's cognition fossilized—a silent bequest of unspoken words upon shifting sands.
Journey to Permanence