Within the whispering halls, past the fold of silent winds,
Lies a cavern concealed – wreathed in shadows whispering truths found,
Erased across centuries sketched in palimpsest beyond light’s grasp.
Here lies forgotten proclamations, solemn hymns, deferred destinies.
The glyphs we etched in urgency, upon once stark, living stones,
Remnants speak in hush, cracked letters coax ancient echoes.
An imaginary gyroscope spins to birth photographic dimensions of soul,
Shuffling enigmatic tomes that reverberate solemn histories unheard.