In the midnight of a forgotten world, the chapters once written across pigments and blood,
speak to the wayfarer who dares establish communion with the astral depth
- No voice ever treasures ascent without risking descent.
Follow the whispers
To where melodies fade, and nameless expeditions await further trodding.
By each solstice gathered in the gaze molded of ancient ash, tales are told with skeletal hands.
The tale of "The Drifter" – clasping visages silvered under dawns benign orbs, learns this day:
The cosmos wane as terribly joyous actors, performing seasons with transient masks of solitude.
Balance this knowledge with the luminance of remembrance.
Having your roots submerged in celestial decoders, the wisdom ensures retention only when veiled by night.
Thus decipher the eclipses painted within phantom resonance.
These chapters dwell in lores craving transcription by the gazers.
Will your offerings satiate the thirst of emptied heritages?