Beneath the lunar gaze, in the shimmering sands,
I found a whisper of the ancient rites.
They spoke of hidden rings, portals to the beyond,
Each a tapestry woven with threads of starlight.
Can the winds carry your thoughts to me?
Or do they dance with the shadows in their secret waltz?
I await your answer, veiled in riddles,
The truth, perhaps, is an illusion of the heart.