"Through the murmurs of ancient tales, beneath the endless mazes of sands, the voice calls you — echoing, echoing, eternally, it repeats, it beckons. Lost amidst the pathways of whispered dreams, shimmering under muted moons, the truth unravels... unfolds, only to loop back into silence."
"Repeat after me, for the journey recycles, the echoes know their path well: Dust to dust, silence to silence, realm to realm... weave the stories anew, though the characters may shift behind the veils of time. One, two, three, forever shall it span across the horizon, a tapestry only half told."