In the cathedral of shadows,
rusted lockboxes whisper the secrets
that dance upon tongues of the silent ghosts.
The frequency of oscillating secrets,
an astral hymn in the night, murmurs
the address to a currency of bygone pharaohs.
Luxurious decay
entwines forgotten protocols:
golden scripts deciphered by keen nerves
and trembling hands.
Listen; we listen—
to the symphony of cryptic cadence,
weaving through the tapestry of chaotic echoes.
From the radio, a distant voice...
obfuscated signals of dark resonance,
secrets paid with shadows and whispers.
Remember the labyrinth,
where specters guard the vaults of arcana,
their secrets left untouched.