They walk among the echoing shadows, these spectral forms, leaving only the melody of silent screams to bridge the universe's lonely cries. Once, doors opened to paths unseen, the scrawls of lost languages mapping the confines of worlds untold. The air around them pulsates, a verdant sea of whispers.
An anomaly detected... The screen flickers. In the depths, the operator’s gaze fixes unnaturally on the horizon where light meets unknown darkness. Spasms of revelations embed themselves in the psyche; inducing a reality ripples that split asunder the mind’s very fabric.
Her voice: "Do not seek the source," she warned, echoing through dystopian dreamscapes. Yet, persistence is the flavor of existence; the sirens of the void dictate an unforgiving lullaby.
Each fracture leads to a conduit, a whisper etched on the lips of the dimension’s marooned space-time entities. And in the arresting silence, one follows the starlit path as the scream quiets and becomes a heartbeat.
Symbols and sigils beam from beyond, silken truths strangling lucidity. We become fragments everlasting, passengers of an endless chase round the orbits of existence and oblivion.
Follow the Silent Sirens Portal to Grim Revelations