In the bellows of the night, The cavernous whispers sing, Truths encased in shadows, Masked by the omens of yesteryear.
Diluted echoes, woven like dreams, Entwine around the voices unfathomed, Cast your gaze upon the wane moon, Where secrets rest unspoken.
"The ironclad will of the petrified hands, Grasps at the threads of forgotten stars."
Seek you the flickering path or traverse the map of desires; For answers lament in the abyss below, waiting for the destined.