In the heart of stone, where whispers weave a tapestry
of forgotten syllables and ancient dreams,
shadows dance on the walls, flickering like memories—
echoes, lingering by the mouth of the cave.
The air is thick with a secret, untold and timeless,
hanging like mist in the early dawn.
Each step forward sends ripples through the depths,
unsettling the dust of centuries.
Listen closely, and you may hear a name;
a name wrapped in reverence,
a name that was whispered as life breathed its last.