Whispers of the Lingering Void

Within the shifting depths, shadows dance upon the crumbled remains of yesterday's lamentations. Cast in tarnished copper and spoken in tongues borne from rocky depths, a sequence unfolds.

Endless, these sentinels mark the turning tides with glyphs unremembered yet etched in eternal flow. Trust not the surface, for beneath lies another enigma:

The specters of bygone eras murmur the eternal refrain: Fade... fade... into the recondite everlasting—