Once, upon the silent ridges of a forgotten expanse, histories were unwound and embroidered over again, fibers of reality’s tapestry tethering shadows. With every rewriting, truth dilutes, leaving only echoes of original creeds locked within layers unseen by ceaselessly wandering eyes.
Etchings of an unnamable script dominate the void, speaking in tongues foreign even to their creators, as tongues flicker in whispered candlelight revealing apertures of knowledge lost within the darklight, and remembered histories unfold into a greater accidental narrative – palimpsests of erased glories.
Through the labyrinth of ancient tales woven through silver and specter, a path diverges into a realm unknown. Are we the authors or mere shadows cast in the tales yet to be told, among the stories hidden from light?