Insightful Tremor
Unearth me, if you dare; touch not the dusty remnants if you're unprepared for a stretch of sleepless horizons. I am
the chirp of ancient whispers inscribed upon a waxen tablet—fetched reluctantly from the marrow's briefest recess.
Shadows once commanded by hands unseen cross the paths where common footfalls are unaware of such unrivaled gravity.
Inhlendun the Forgotten Prose Poet, cursed by eloquence unheard, lurks still in streets unpaved in places unnamed.
Fateful murmurs petrified in millstones:
- An errant beam of dusk falls upon copier tapes documenting sorrow.
- Treads uponตthe clay dome cause patterns no one recalls enfleshing truths no one acknowledges.
- Echoes once immortalize a chirp silent alongside mysteries veched inside antiquity-boxes.