Eternal Cipher

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, Ancient stones stand guard of day, Their cryptic language, glowing bright, Echoes of a forgotten night. The numbers dance, a mystic spell, A code that only whispers tell, Of secrets kept, of truths untold, In mystic runes, the heart doth hold. The figure stands, a solemn guest, Amidst the flames, the mystic nest, Where ancient wisdom, burning bright, Guides through the veil, into the night. In this realm, where mystery abounds, The heart finds solace, without bounds, A place where symbols, numbers entwine, To form a tale, of the cosmic design.