Unseen Boundaries

The echoes of whispers
in chambers of stone,
where the glyphs of yore,
weave tales in every crack,
every shadow cast,
by suns
that rise not.

𓅄𓇋𓏏𓈗𓁷 (The silence speaks)
as the winds carry
tongues lost to time,
songs unfurled,
beyond the horizon's plea,
through doors
that never stood.