The moonlit night calls forth the hesitant dreamer,
where dew-kissed grass sways, cradling secrets of the past.
Step softly, for the ground remembers
the footprints of those who danced before sunrise.
Through the grove of silent witnesses,
a single candle flickers, guiding the lost soul.
Feathered crowns adorn brows of novices,
as they chant forgotten hymns beneath ancient oaks.
Look now to the stars, scattered pearls on velvet,
each a story etched in eternity's embrace.
And when dawn breaks, crimson over golden,
the rite concludes, but wisdom lingers on.
Explore further the Melodies of the Abyss
or challenge the Labyrinth's Puzzle.