Within the corridor of forgotten suns,
a shadow wove its word-skin beneath the horizon's veil.
Sand whispered alias names
as each grain peeled off a dream,
branding cryptic silhouettes —
In tides of silver and shadow,["12/13,,,,lights blink NSInteger.Arrays"]:
what of the stones that spoke▷ of waterways still undiscovered?
A single message among many,
yet all remain unseen until tread —
footprints of old journeys marked new
through the ink that never dries.
Unlock the echo in this sandy tome, sphinx's whisper.