In the heart of the forgotten forest, lies a library not bound by time. Its shelves are filled with volumes of knowledge, unseen and unsung. The pages turn without touch, whispering secrets only the brave dare interpret.
A compilation of spectres, these entities drift through the cobwebbed corners of reality, where dreams meet the edges of existence. The unseen realms speak in riddles, a language of light and shadow.
The manifestations are subtle, almost like a dream slipping away at dawn. They speak of a time when the veil was thin and the air hummed with the knowledge of ages past.
This codex, glowing softly in the spectral light, contains entries of extraordinary phenomena. It details the encounters with the unseen and the whispers from beyond the void. Knowledge is inscribed not just in words but in the vibrations of the ether.