Upon an ancient shore of whispers,
deciphering the echoes of eternity,
footsteps dance, etched in stardust,
a cipher lost to time,
concealed beneath cosmic sands.
"When the moons align, so shall the whispers,
translated by forgotten tongues,
the realm calls to those who stride
through shadows cast by light unseen."
Awake, traveler,
to the language unable to speak,
yet understood by the heart's geometry.