In the depths of the luminous woods,
whispers of the ancients dance
upon the edges of perception.
Fragments of forgotten scripts
lie scattered, their meanings
entwined in elusive smoke rings.
Seek the signs in the glyphs,
the hieroglyphs of a tongue
that spoke to the stars.
In the abyss, a lantern flickers
casting shadows of wisdom
on the walls of obscurity.
Illumination is but a veil,
gently parted by the wind.
What truth lies beneath the shine?