Dive deeper than the water breaks beneath the surface, where echoes become whispers, and whispers forge the binding alloys of the past—shackles or bridges, what remains unseen until the third dawn is yet to frame the horizon. Eyes closed, hearts tethered, the initiation begins...
Rituals not rehearsed, drift over memory’s edges, glowing once with the radiance of nothingness. The scent of void becomes your breath, thin and expansive, fragile glass on silent strings, vibrating yet unbroken.
Listen to the unheard chants, woven of forgotten syllables, rare and commonplace, the gathering makes no sense except in unity... Through veils, chains of exquisite tapestry—each link a secret, each grip release.