In the hidden alcoves of whispers,
the trees murmured tales of yore:
footsteps entangled within the vines,
tracing the symphony of forgotten symbols.
Voices of celestial hieroglyphs
etched within the fabric of night.
The moon hummed a lullaby;
a constellation of secrets unveiled.
Cacophony of unsung songs,
echoes in the caverns of the mind;
each note a relic, each pause a monument,
to the music of the spheres, unheard.