Cryptic Oracle
Reflection
In ancient chambers, a pillar stands tall,
A sentinel of secrets, etched by mystic call.
Glowing numerals dance upon its face,
A code revealed, in a hidden place.
The room is shrouded, in misty veil,
Lit by flickering torches, a mystic tale.
The air is thick, with an otherworldly presence,
As if the past, and future, converge in essence.
The pillar's message, a riddle to unwind,
A journey through time, for the heart and mind.
In this sacred space, where shadows play,
The cryptic oracle, whispers secrets of the day.