In the depth of eternity, a whisper once melded with the stationary stars:
"In vaulted sanctuaries, they keep our jest,
woven between the verses of celestial hymns."
The monks of a forgotten realm recite these words, scribbled ink on tattered parchment, never found, everywhere hidden.
Visit another realmCarved from shadows on the moon's forgotten edge, a jest encapsulated in dust:
"What dwells in the dark, but dances in the nebulae?"
Once, in thickets of astral gloom, the answer was found by the light of non-existent dawns.
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