Welcome, seeker of the forgotten. Here, you stand before symbols that whisper secrets of forgotten epochs. Remember, the path of understanding is never straight.
"To inscribe the glyph upon iron, first cleanse the slate; only when purity is achieved can resonance echo properly," intones a voice clad in shadows.
"The beast that stirs at midnight knows your name. Speak softly, traveler, and heed the glyph's counsel," murmurs another, as if drifting through the veil of time.
"In the cryptic curl of each stroke lies an answer to a question yet unformed," remarks a sage, their visage obscured by centuries.