In the realm where shadows weave,
whispers of the ancients breathe,
a tapestry of silk and night,
stitched stars, fading light.
Echoes call, gold dust falls.

Serpents circle, lost in thought,
secrets in the mist, still caught.
The moon hums a silent tune,
as time dissolves in a silver rune.
Wander through the labyrinth of veils.

Lanterns flicker, a ghostly parade,
in cryptic colors, dreams cascade.
An echo of laughter, a tear in space,
woven destinies, a timeless chase.
Seek the whispered truths in silence.