In the depths of salons abandoned, history whispers
deciphering the echoes through labyrinths of thought.
Once-peaceful artifacts, now shadows of the past,
stacked in volumes like stories untold.
They fold in memory, each page rooted in the soil of
forgotten tongues and dormant hieroglyphs.
An inward journey is mapped within these lines,
territories unclaimed, guarded by the invisible.
Shades of bygone eras, fold after fold, lay revealing
the simple elegance of the ancient storytellers.
Beyond, there's a flicker of unwritten words,
the breath of ages past woven into the labyrinth.