In the silence between breaths, a whisper sings...
Echoes of ancients swirling in dust-caked memories.
"Decode the cipher," they murmur,
through leaves woven with starlight and soil.
Observe the patterns; circles within circles,
each a reflection of the unseen labyrinth.
The roots extend, weaving through the epochs;
they are the guardians of forgotten paths.
Through the residues, revelations await;
not in plain sight, but beneath the echoes.
1. Gather the ashes of night.
2. Align with the unseen axis.
3. Speak the forgotten names aloud.
4. In the resonance, find the path.