Untouched by light's tender gaze,
These remnants of whispered sorrows speak.
Pages woven with darkness,
Stories written in shadowed ink.
Visit the ancient tomes and their echoes.
Bewildering whispers through cracked parchment,
Legends trapped within folds of time.
The name is writ but not spoken,
In corridors where eternity sleeps.
Ebon quills danced on forgotten syllables,
Rise from the depths, solemn and mute.
Traipse through twilight halls where no guest trods.
The keeper watches, stones adorned with creeping ivy... tremble.
Contact the wandering heralds, spirits lost amid dusk.
Through ancient scripts, a destiny looms,
Time's grasp is a whisper, a mere breath.