Across a tapestry woven by forgotten hands, the moon held its counsel, bright yet silent, preserver of past's shadows.
To unveil the enigma, heed the steps seasoned by ancient tides:
Among these actions lie palimpsests of unseen pasts—texts rewritten by tides of history erased yet inscribed in the cosmos.
The true secret, hidden in silvery stands of history, requests not to be known, rather requires itself to be felt.