Ephemeral Echoes

In the realms beneath the cracked soil of Ankhara, where the unseen is ever visible,
Secrets of the sky, whispered through the lunar mist.

A tale etched upon the edifice of sand,
Narrated by starlit silhouettes roaming ancient trails.

No longer lost in cryptic cadence, Gifting us layers of sunset tales,
Mesmerizing the wanderer - melody of the forgotten tongues.

Listen to the Silence Follow the Phantoms