In the silence, echoes of forgotten whispers trace invisible lines in the fabric of time. The obscured chronicles speak in unraveling tongues, of palimpsests draped upon the heavens and earth.
Once, a millennium ago, the ancients sealed whispers within aether. These seals are eternal, yet in a constancy of flux, slowly dissolving, as each silent tale presses onward in fields unseen.
Listen: beneath the currents of knowing, lie enshrined the memories of worlds long submerged.
Follow the faded lines