In the caverns beneath leaves of silver, words etched by the light of Luna weave stories of aeons.
πππΏπ―π πΏ
Here, forgotten secrets slumber amongst canopy shadows, speaking silently through brazen sighs of wind, tracing glyphs upon the canvas of twilight.
πππππΏπ
Once, tongues were not mere vessels of whispers, but bridges of ice-melted clarity, traversing times like streams coursing through sands, speaking in vivid sonnets written not in books but in the tremor of squinting stars.
Vortex of Echoes Phantom Narratives Labyrinth of Glyphs