RE:White elephant What casts a shadow, yet speaks not its name?
An ivory titan in a whispering game.
Cowboys may tip hats; their winks hold a clue,
To a land where silence turns gold into blue.
In Ishkoday’s heart, a secret does dwell,
Is it treasure, or tale, or a place where none tell?
A creature unseen, yet its footprints persist,
A presence that lingers, too sly to be missed.