In the embrace of twilight,
a scribe etched echoes,
tales of luminescent breath,
upon stones of whispered silk.
The glyphs flicker, familiar yet strange,
songs of forgotten tongues dance in shadow,
weaving through mists of time
with an elegance unbound by the sky.
By ancient fires, the lanterns weep,
light spills secrets unto eyes
yearning for the touch of rebirth,
craving the hymns of reverie eternal.