Once upon a time, in the shadowed realms beyond sight, whispers unravelled in threads of gossamer. They spoke of a first glimmer that danced upon the sea of eternity, forgotten by the waking world.
In dreams, the ancients walked the spiral paths to nowhere, their feet touching the steps that crumbled only to reassemble in the dark. Each step, a memory; each rung, a phantom of a cosmic ladder.
Here lies the final step. Silent, yet echoing with voices of yore. Can you hear the distant call? It beckons you to unravel the tapestry woven by strange stars and forgotten chants.
Beneath the silence, beneath the surface, the ancient chant unfolds, like a scroll alive with color and shadow, waiting for those brave enough to unfurl its mystery.
Stand firm on this last rung and ponder the trailing echoes as they whisper tales of what was, and what might still be, in dreams yet to awaken.