Amidst the weary orbit of moments past, shine flickers a remnant not spoken. Adequacy discarded; fleeting semblance reveals.
In ruins of absence lie figures traced long before time considered marking; shadowy letters on tables mortals cannot decipher. Meet the keeper oscillating amongst egos of shimmering brass.
The silent jargon bursts into kinetic slumber when forgotten phrases shuffle their belonging, no verbatim swirling chaos could betray.