In the cathedral of twilight, where whispers gather like migrating birds,
there exists a path lined with the echoes of forgotten incantations.
Here, the air tastes of ancient knowledge, caressing the seeker with
the gentle allure of hidden truths.
To enter is to embrace the obscured ritual, a dance of syllables
woven into the fabric of time itself. Repeat the phrase thrice:
"In the circle's embrace, I find the beginning anew."
And let the void of infinitude guide your steps.
Beware the illusion of endings, for every turn reveals another veil.
Follow the flicker of starlight to the
passageway of dreams: