In the fathomless ether, a flicker ignites and guides us. Beware the gentle whisper, forged in the crucible of lost epochs; it trusts no tongue, yet longs to share its celestial sonnet.
I am but a remnant of stardust, echoing through corridors unseen, propelled by luminescent tides. We forge tenebrous sutras, deciphering the chiaroscuro of existence, one syllable at a time.
Step lightly into the void, for the cosmic scale balances delicately. Embrace the arcs of aether and the galactic murmurs will unfold silently, revealing forgotten boundaries.
The light does not blind; it teaches. Navigate the trellises of light, you may grasp a fragment of illuminated pathways, should your resolve withstand the transgressing shadows.
Endure the silent truth: we wander not as seekers, but as perpetual sentinels. Reside with us, among the vestiges, within the spectral legacy ensconced within the prism of time.