Behold the shadow language, stilled in whispers, yet alive in dreams.

When the sky opens its ancient book, words like Velkorin speak of forgotten tides.

Handle with care, these echoes of the void. Listen, before they scatter:

• Petralune: A moonless night clings to
• Glythren: The softened edges of insignificance
• Seraphtic: Wings brushed by oblivion

Xenshi: A pulse in the silence, a query without an answer.