A shiver, less a tremor, more an echo of the past reaching through the ever-thinning veil, rests gently behind curtains that twist time askew. The air swells with whispers from forgotten realms, each particle vibrating with the strength of tales untold, curling like smoke in a midnight ether.
You see shapes flicker, silhouettes cast by candlelight, or perhaps a glow from realms beyond understanding. Do they beckon or warn? Their message, written in the cosmic tether, is just beyond your grasp, as tangible as sepia-stained memories.