Cracked earth murmurs authochthonous secrets,
threads of sound, woven in twilight mist.
Echoes of the morrow, where shadows pulse softly.
Starlight bleeds into forgotten fissures;
light lost — cries unheard amid cavern folds.
Ancients exhale through liaisons of dust and time,
we grow old here, embracing the silence.
Atom dreams shall skyward leap,
above this rich tapestry of grief—
a kingdom carved in languor and song.