In the annals of the forgotten, where shadows frolic and whispers weave forgotten narratives, lies the cradle of chaos.
Once, ere the sun first kissed the horizon, tongues of fire danced upon the stones, leaving traces — glyphs — echoes of time stranded between realms.
The winds sigh in lament, and the stars flicker in tandem with tales never told, never heard, forever lost to those who tread but memories linger...
The hieroglyphs of forgotten tongues: 𓃰 𓂀 𒀭 𠜎 𓂿
Engage the chaos. Let the glyphs guide your hand. Breathe life into the shadows.
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