The skies wrote secrets in invisible ink, deciphered only during twilight dances of the serpents.
In the long corridors of time, stories written by unseen hands linger, whispering truths known to the ancients. Ætheric Loops[^1], they called them, echoing in spirals around unseen axes.
Wisdom is often found in the labyrinthine gaze of a knowing serpent, its body marking paths through time's heavy foliage.
Referencing the bindings of Old Serpent Scrolls[^2], one might uncover the shadowy line where reality slips into dream.
The serpent speaks in tongues not spoken by men, each flick of its tongue tasting a different shade of truth.
The Mist TravelerThese whispers are documented in the hypothetical annals of the Geometric Time Whispers[^3].