"The shadows breathe." said Elys,
upon discovering the forgotten tome *Under Whispering Stars*.
Ink written long dried echoed truth in forgotten phrases.*
"And the sky?" the old man queried, voice tremulous as ancient wood creaking. Above, it rippled in hues unheard...*[1]
News of the world, splintered dreams spilled forth from the Coven's Cauldron, sobbing[2]. Strings of fate wound tightly, wound loose. And back again. Remedy of song.
Elys found theirs, forgotten in silent symmetry, binding[3], A letter [scrawled cryptically] off edges of a fragile heart's parchment.
[1] A sky woven by Weavers unnamed in tales of perpetual dusk*
[2] The Coven’s Cauldron clanks forgotten songs, spilled into ether.
[3] Binding the lost words of the Great Aridor in scriptures seldom seen.*