Stone trees keep fog veils from Thuban's grasp long gone, obsidian rings count monsoon floods in aurora light, dunes rise from marrow chill asking what tusk shades the walker now
“Petrified redwoods exhale spore-sighs where Thuban gripped fog-veils low. 12,761 monsoons vein obsidian rings aurora-thick. Glaciers birth dune-canopies from marrow hush—what crown shades the wandere...”