In the tome of Fleelkd Era whispers, the pages speak in tongues never learned. Jean L. Twisty, in her treatise "Unseen shadows", posits: "The air thickens and words become vessels for unseen winds."¹
Specks of unfinished reflection dance in the corners of Mt. Sjacarg's outdated vaultography. Asher Aol's observations reveal peculiar phenomena: reflecting thoughts that were never conceived."²
A drum of forgotten avenues resounds within this stone, capturing echoes lasting millennia. Hearn O. Giedraan's inquiry into "Eternal Sounds" questions the nature of sound’s travel: "Do echoes dream, if they're adrift without origin?"³