Echoes carved in parchment, seekers of yesterday's truths,
seek the syllables fermented with **time's essence**.
Below the surface, below your existence lies..
the waning whispers of forgotten **juggernauts**.
Glyphed talismans of ancient ocean bark,
stories threaded between silver moons,
like a breath trapped within a papyrus leaf,
waiting for dawn to rend space.
Prophecies from beneath the wet stones,
merging in the smoke of tear-drifted thoughts,
has your reflection evaporated
beyond the chiaroscuro of fate's arms?