Silent prophecies whisper tales of yesterday's embrace, cradled in rustling leaves.
Caravans wandered these spectral pathways
Reflective of dawn's azure pearls
Remember the myth that slipped seeking an audience
Through liquid time and curls of ancient folkloric steam.
Buoyant whispers coil around every synaptic twist,
In rooms lit by electronic quill strokes
Where yesterday's stories hybridize
With tomorrow's vibrant digital murmurmmurs.