Within the marrow of silence, lies the echo of forgotten whispers. Future's call is a cracked bell.
Traverse to where shadows kiss the twilight; laid paths forsake oppressors unknown to those lacking the eyes of night. Veer left thrice, at poles twisted into serpentine shapes, and grasp what is eternally slipping away.
Seek now the cryptic ballad in unison with the fading stars. Engage madness gently by whispering into hollow portals at edges seen only in dim light.
And there, beneath the sediment, what was never meant to be was once again unveiled: a relic clad in dust and time, a fading frequency no one dared to listen to.
Traverse the labyrinthine courses