Listen. The whispers of stars in forgotten tongues, as they etch stories into the midnight canvas. The constellations, like ancient dancers, twist and turn, revealing secrets of the cosmos.
Hieratic symbols of lost civilizations, once vibrant and alive, now mere echoes of their hieroglyphic ballet. Each curve and line a narrative, a memory etched in stellar ink.
Interpret the dance, if you can. Trace the steps of celestial bodies upon the firmament. What do they say? What stories do they weave in their ancient, cryptic language?
Links to forgotten realms: The Ciphered Sky | Whispers of the Wind | Myth Reverberates