Leamek, hidden name,  
Whispers weave through shadowed ink,  
Tales drift like lost dreams.

Stories twist and turn,  
Truth and fiction blurred as one,  
Mystery in words.

No face to be found,  
Only echoes in the night,  
Pen of silence speaks.

Readers chase the threads,  
Through a maze of shifting thoughts,  
Never quite the same.

Leamek, unseen hand,  
Writes in shadows, leaves no trace,  
Only questions stay.