In the enigmatic chambers of the mist-locked towers, they unfold — the infinite refrains of silent language — mysteries woven beneath the shrouds of kaleidoscope arcs.
Encoder of twilight whispers, traveler beyond the prisms of unearthed alchemy, look towards the cardinal bow strung horizontally across the dusk, where letters entwine and dissolve with the hum of the universal cradle.
Grave assemblies beneath the juniper constellations trace the echoes of unwritten parables... colorful tempests held within Orion's belt... a wavering antiquity in capsuling melodies not meant for the deciphering of mortal lips...