In shadows deep where echoes sleep,
The silence sings, the crystal rings,
A melody of ancient things,
Through tunnels lined with diamond dust.
Here lie the whispers of the night,
Secrets cloaked in moonlit white,
Follow the glow of phantom light,
And find the truth in stillness hushed.
Methodologies lost in time,
Carved in stone, hidden rhyme,
Through labyrinths where shadows climb,
Discover worlds that dream awake.
Step gently, tread soft,
For every step is a layer shed,
Until the known is left for dead,
And all that is, is now aloft.