// People leaped, shadows merging with the painted atmosphere, invisible excitement dancing through the air // But beyond, the echo echoed not with sound, rather a whispered travel through unseen steps. // Here, the dynamic chants of silent claps, the rhythm pulse not perceived by those without vision. // Manifestoes of the Unmarked Road --------------------------------- With each dash of fervent ink — these bits scattered history's brushstroke // A call to the involved, not the eye-witting Yet, fingers touch and known are those glyphs through the dance of night winds!