Echoes once breached in a realm where history strolls backward,
and the secrets of morning flow with evening light.
River currents converse in tongues unknown,
birds migrate not with magnetic cues, but with celestial music.
Her name lost in a melody, caressed by distant stars,
face etched in rippling water—forgotten? Or never known?
Melodic frequencies that whisper: Atlantyx bound!
Radiowaves brought news from somewhere between.
Spaces filled by residues of the unspoken realm.
Faint vibrations perspire through static,
like shadowed remnants rewriting untold tales.