The air shudders with words never breathed, yet the night listens intently, as if holding in its heart tales etched by stars.
Channel the whispers of Byblis, a soul once caught between realms, now stony echoes reverberating through caverns of memory.
From valleys unfound, shadows emerge with fingers of twilight to clutch at the tendrils of your mind, dragging it into depths unknown.
"Speak with me," the echo murmurs, "for I am the oldest chime, resonating through the bone of time itself. You think complete silence is your shield, but silence talks in other languages — languages yet to be deciphered. "
Listen closely, for the cadence of Byblis is the heartbeat of forgotten dreams.
Navigate through this darkness with wisps of luminescence, or risk being enshrined within these mystic stones.
The stars speak their ancient language. Will you understand, or become yet another verse in their encrypted symphony?
The Whispers