A gale of murmured secrets flows through ethereal corridors,
where time spirals upon golden webs spun by ancient mathematicians.
Dreaming once, forgetting once more, an echo.
Visit the rooms forever.
Refractions of thought linger lazily in shadows unseen,
kaleidoscope of consciousness drips from sky-bound dreams.
An endless prism.
Explore the prisms light.
All that was known becomes illusive mist,
the lineage forgotten, a trace lost upon stellar winds.
Beneath each constellation lies tombs unanswered.
Discover the ancestors.