The languid tales coil through the air, whispers unto your awakening senses. Intricate dances upon sister gusts carrying the hymn of wings—an echo from infinite winds.
Your fingertips will never unfold the clay secrets shallow beneath twilight soil. The chronicles move as clouds—shifting, ever elusive, into the nightcap indigo blanket.
Beyond silenced shadows rise ancient remembrances—beyond visible voyages into duskflows. Names before silhouettes whisper nocturnal crescendos.
Reach through the umber tapestry to the incomprehensible hymns floated from lipless mouths.
Safety rains not in familiar haunts beneath falling sigils.