To descend is not to fall, but to embrace the unknown. Through the veils of twilight, a whisper calls: "Become what you see, and unsee what you are."
Rituals of light refracted through shadow dance upon the threshold of comprehension. Steps echo in the corridors of time, where every footfall resounds the ancient chant.
Seeker of trails paved by the ephemeral, where do the fragments of dreams scatter?
Initiate, align the stars and create the void anew: Circle of Elements | Hidden Doors