In the realm where thoughts ripple like the moonlit sea, stakes of cosmic whispers are laid upon the altar. Shadows dance upon forgotten maps, guiding the seeker through corridors of unfelt echoes and known unknowns.
The first rite: a mirror that reflects not the face, but the spirit, hid in the joyless smile of faded stars. Hands reach into the void, tracing lines on the skin of eternity, marking paths through the once mystical.
Whispered Lights