The moon whispers your name in forgotten dialects,
woven between the lines of ancient litter....
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The book binding secrets as the dust dances,
shrouding the truth in spectral tones unchanged...
An omen wrapped beneath suspended ink...
Listen: each void has its timbre, dog-eared resonance sifted through timeless sands...
Will you decode the silence?