Amidst the stagnant echoes of yesterday's dreams,
Words of wisdom scatter like dust through time,
Each grain a universe, infinitely enshrined.
The shadow speaks in whispers, binary in its tongue,
A dialect lost to the untrained ears,
Yet it hums a melody, soft and profound.
Beyond the veil, a dance of stars,
Each flicker a binary pulse, an echo of life.
Understand: the shadow carries a truth
Fragile as dawn, radiant as dusk.
To know the shadow is to know oneself,
Coded in the language of light and absence,
A whisper through the keyholes of existence.