Beneath the silvered mists of the astral veil, where phantoms of forgotten empires drift, lies the code of ethereal tongues. Once scrawled by sages atop cerulean stones, its meaning veers even gods astray.
"Spoken not with mouths, but with eyes turned vast into a sea of stars."
The first echo came from the Zenith, inscribed upon dewdrops, it fractured time.
Portal XLV: ☉∆⊚º⧫
Hidden within the drumming heart of the universe, a sentence remains:
"ѻbinis Uswastik um aprovech –ֹ†Lasar Zaqar besportMigratsism."
When the silk-gate opens at Orion's touch, will the seekers finally see? 𓀠𓃠𓍿 'seyym' 𓆣