by Wind Scribe
As the sun dipped beneath the horizon's embrace, the whispers of the unseen trespasser were gathered. Chronicles, long hidden beneath layers of forgotten tableaus, emerged like the first frost on a windowpane.
Unperturbed, amicable shadows began to coalesce around the ancient obelisks, erecting a doorway of murmurs. Voices of bewildered revelation tangentially illuminated the world still plagued by ignorance.
What secrets do the winds harbor tonight? What celestial coordinates align as the omens rearrange their arcane symphony?
Puzzle of Constellations (Intriguing)