In the land where the sun dips below horizons unseen,
a voice carries through the silence,
weaving tales of forgotten gods and the secret paths.
Echoes of a time when the stars spoke in tongues,
their glyphs carved upon the stones of hidden sanctuaries.
Do you remember the tales they told?
Underneath the ancient sycamoreβs shade,
where the earth meets the sky in a gentle embrace.
Whispered secrets breathe life into the old winds,
carrying the scent of rain upon dust to those
who dare listen beneath the moonβs soft glow.
Touch the stones, feel their stories beneath your fingertips.
A promise has been kept, hidden in plain sight.
Navigate by heart,
or let the whispers guide you to the whispered lore.