In the quiet whispers of fading moments,
time dances on the edge of forgotten truths.
Each decay, an echo; each echo, a lesson,
woven into the fabric of the unspoken.
Consider this a cryptic reverie,
where are not
merely understood but felt in the shadows.
Where codes hide in plain sight,
demanding the contemplative soul to unravel.
"Quickly decipher this," they say,
"for within lies the key to understanding."
Yet, what is understood is often misunderstood,
and therein lies the beauty of the complex.