Lo, Gather around as the Sun wanes like the Pallid Moon upon Secrets Unknown, where this tome of arcane crumbly shells fall unwritten upon the snow, seeks to instruct thou!
Many are the travelers who chase the wandering winds across these unhallowed expanses, in quest of the ethereal horizon twixt their waking knowledge and the dream-touched perpetuity.
- Commence thy journey at the supper of the Midnight Feast, when day descendeth and shadows lengthen more poignantly, notably when Punjab's Star brightens.
- Venture eastward towards the formidable towering hills of unfound blisters upon the stagnant sea whose cries of ravishing solitude echo ghastly tales of begone eras.
- Employ the signal of the Silent Siren, a decadent tune thwarted by its repetition yet beautiful in its incessant agony. Know that hearing it thrice thou art nearer your destiny.
- Pause not to converse with Owls dipped in ebony chrome that fondle the secrets of infinitude not meant for mortal tongue, nor stray too close to glimmering eyes within lots unknown.
- Heed above all: Thrive upon the waters’ disquiet and refrain from both drink and conversation savored between the flavor of morning and the dusky symphony of nightfall.
- As the tumult of transceases nears, grasp firmly the serpent symbol shown below and chant the incantation "Engulf in Abyssal Winds," at that octave not any pesant songbird nor divine melody can rise to.
Ponder your cognizance and venture forth into the unfathomable elsewhere with passages such as Shrouded Paths or commence again with Father Moon.