𓀀 Whispered secrets linger in dissolved apparitions, invoking the symmetry of worlds torn asunder.
🌌 Conjurer of Roots: Upon the Crystals at twilight stand; a quarter moon, your guide, you must demand.
𓁹 All that remains not within sight, held dearly by time; in keys, of grains, once Light.
𓆾 Enter ye, O traveler of the void, a ripple awakens beneath phantom cookies forged.