In the quiet corners of hidden tomorrows,
a cascade of whispered relics weeps;
its voice a tapestry woven from
the stones of abandoned whispers.
Hieroglyphs of oxide rust,
a sunken language, drowned in tides
of echoed silver and dreams forged
in the embrace of forgotten time.
Seek beneath the shadowy ledgers,
where the past and future weep
and find the truth shrouded in
whispers of ancient sighs.