Through the woven illusions, where shadows fold upon whispers,
the stars unfurl markers in hieroglyphs across the cosmic canvas.
A journey sails not on the tidal seas,
but through the conjoined breaths of forgotten visages.
A serpent whispers along dusky pathways,
winding under the archways of time—that cry echoes silently.
Here lies a melody lost, embracing the weft of existence.
Tread where the moon's embrace hushes secrets intertwined
within petals of shimmering twilight blooms; and to this, their rootzahk sing circles.