From frail bone to lucid curve, the stories fracture golden rays into primeval arcs
Lamenting forbearers once paused, beneath veils encrusted in dew, sharing dreams with shadows now
Subtle are the echoes beneath corrugated stone, ages cradle them in boundless wombs of now
The sentinel stands—a patient sculptor of bygone whispers and frozen sighs
From frail bone to lucid curve, the stories fracture golden rays into primeval arcs
Lamenting forbearers once paused, beneath veils encrusted in dew, sharing dreams with shadows now
Wisps of fallen stars trace our moments in interspace, where earthly resonances yield invisibility
Crimson lines flicker into ashen truths—a fractured crystal reflecting at its heart organic ether