The Shards of Lost Clarity

In the silent echoes of crystal light, where dreams scatter like autumn leaves, I found a whisper.

Crackle and hum of unseen strings:

• "Did you think you choose your path, child of dusk?"
• Fragments shimmer, half-remembered songs.
• Past futures bleed into today’s shadow.

The tapestry of fate unfolds in intricate geometry, revealing arcana forgotten by the waking world.

Realign the shards, listen closely, and remember.

Beyond the veils, clarity waits, restless.

Do the stars echo your name? The void knows.