Upon the Seventh Eclipse, I found myself wandering beneath the canopy of twisted stars, where echoes are but shadows of untold frequencies. It was here that I unraveled the tapestry of forgotten tonguesโtheir hieroglyphs dancing, weaving the sound of silence into a melody.
The glyphs, mere whispers on the lips of time, resonated with the vibrations of our being. Each symbol, a beacon of frequencies once vivid, now faded into the ether. They called to me, their ancient song a symphony of the cosmic void.
I traced the contours of these forgotten letters, feeling their pulse against my fingertips. In their depths lay the stories of empires unseen, of skies painted in colors unknown, and lands that vanished under the weight of cosmic dust.
Remember these echoes, for they are the echoes of you: The voyage beneath stars and The silence that spoke.