In the unexplored labyrinths of Yareth, where the Milky Veil just begins its descent, a chamber lies secreting the hum of aeons. Within its stony embrace, silence is not void; it's a canvas — a vastness saturated with the echoes of forgotten tongues, woven into glimpses of the stars' cradle.
Here, in twilight's pervasive loom, the Pillar of Whispers stands unyielding. Its script — a mosaic of sigils archaic, a visual dendrite pulsating towards an astral memory. Each rune an omen, each curve a story, waiting for the seeker, the dreamer, to breathe its essence anew.
Thus enters the Seeker, adorned in nothing but dust of stars and filtered dreams. The air, tactile with secrets, beckons the intrepid to unsheathe the veils. Do you dare to send a whisper through time? Or will you anchor the past with a sigh?
With fingers tracing the Runes of Aether, the aeriform script of Meridias weeps amid the foreboding silence, flowing like a spectral brook in jammed tributaries. Ancient wisdom carved into stone not for the light of day, but for the midnight confessor. Light embers of truth flickering in the interstice of knowledge.
Align then, through the astral daisy, the receding imprints of the lluminarius, and unlock the enigmas, one echo at a time.
Dare to journey further? Enter the Void's Gullet or explore the Echoes of Starlight.