In a quiet land I awoke, an abode bound in a coven of silence, upon whispers of silent tunes.
Shadows of shallow sounds, tunes aligned like sand dunes.
Unspoken sounds, spoken in silence. Silent voices, voicing in silence.
Silent like a gecko, were sounds without echo.
In quiet thoughts, were spoken words. In voices coven bound, were awoken words.
Every thought, every truth, Every tout, every root, deep within silent dunes.
Emmalase.
Emmalase