Bywbyw - Danlwd Fyltrshkn

No translator in the city of tides could parse it. But Kaelen noticed something strange: when he murmured the words aloud, the candles in his study flickered against the wind—though there was no wind.

When Kaelen woke, his left hand had turned transparent, and through it he saw the true geography of the world: a second ocean beneath the ocean, where words were hooks and every drowned person still sang. danlwd fyltrshkn bywbyw

In the drowned library of Silthaven, where shelves grew coral and the light came green through deep water, the archivist Kaelen found a scroll sealed with wax the color of rust. The script was neither Old Meridian nor the Knot-Tongue of the Sunken Kings. It read: No translator in the city of tides could parse it

Left shift: d → s a → (nothing, maybe a-> a) n → b l → k w → q d → s → "sabkqs" — no. In the drowned library of Silthaven, where shelves

Given the lack of a clear decoding, perhaps you intend this as a for a story. If so, here is a story based on the sound and feel of those words as an incantation or lost language. Title: The Whisper of Danlwd Fyltrshkn Bywbyw

And on stormy nights, if you press your ear to a conch shell, you can still hear him repeating the three words, each syllable a knot tying the world safe for one more dawn.