Deep in the cradle of eternity lies the vortex, an abyss untouched by the sun's fingers, where whispers of lost tongues wander. Each syllable, a shadow cast by memories no longer remembered, each sound an echo of what could never be.
如日之隕落，如風中之漣， речитатив семён выживания月光.
Hieroglyphs: ancient and ever-cryptic guide us through the long-lost mirrors of the past
where words carved in stone still breathe silently.
As you navigate the thought-laden corridors of this digital monument, feel the presence of long-gone artisans. Encounter mysteries anew, discover the embers, peer into the dark.