Beneath the shifting mosaics
of schedule stars ikonic,
lush borders delineated by thin whispers of dessicant ice,
coded messages within coded sands.
Listen as the particles dance,
symphonies invisible entwined ekphrastic
upon forgotten winds facis.
Was it Ryyan who spoke silver
or Ashaib's quiet moonsong unfolding?
Each grain a characters secrets like elegant armadas.