the cicada's song ebbed with the last slivers of sunlight swallowed by the horizon it begins here the seventh circle dew kissed grass whispering secrets of ancestors long gone your palms sweat it begins trust the process
rustic wooden door creaks open without a hand touching it inside the room shadows dance on walls adorned with insignias of the forgotten cults prepare yourself be ready for the unknown initiation awaits you step forward you must
pointless questions echo inside your mind who am I why me does it matter a shiver runs down your spine centerpiece flickers kneeling emerges a pattern of light spiraling upward and it feels like a siren's call
glistening tawny eyes watch from corners where shadows deepen faces not faces mere glimpses of form resemble dissolve recount tonight as they chant beneath your understanding sequence of symbols reveals uncover
breathe now in rhythm with the unknown step down into the corridor listen listen listen to the heartbeat of the world one step at a time trust the process trust the silence seek the dawn
whispering secrets | to the next phase | initiate the unknown