In the breath of ancient futures, where shadows kiss the twilight,
threads of a thousand forgotten dawns weave tales of unspoken depth.
The soil remembers what no eye has seen—
roots burrow in sacred silence, listening.

Listen. Once, there were oceans here,
vast and hushed beneath the earth's dreaming skin.
Now, only echoes of their wisdom ripple in the dark,
whispers of tide songs in the silence of stone.

Winds carve stories into the bark of time-etched trees,
where each leaf holds a memory of light we have yet to touch.
And below, in the tangled networks of the unseen,
lie the roots—their ancient hands grasping for connection.