Flashes of memory unfurl like petals in frost's tender retreat. Echoes of laughter interweave with whispered secrets, drifting languidly across the current time-bound veil. Symbols carved upon unfaltering stone, a sigil of enduring presence bespeaks, yet shadows dance with the tides of history's breath.
“Awaken,” they murmur, voices traversing ancient creek beds,
wrung by the potent storms of age and settling into gentle rain upon
newly blossoming soil. So it is said… the clock directs but once, the
hands not veering from their celestial choreography.
Yet are those hands kind? That midnight chime, resplendent in its silver
crescendo, brings forth the fifth knowing.
The landscape shifts subtly, revealing the haphazard yet divine architecture of forgotten dwellings and transplanted ivy. Mist drapes gently over the waking trees, a curtain suit of ethereal grandeur. Beneath this tapestry, the earth hums in harmonious allegiance to the ever-symphonic universe.
Consequently, should one seek altar and offering, find them here:
The Riddle of Light or trace
your path through the Tapestry of
Time, labyrinthine tales entwined in their own luminescent sequel.
For as we walk, we illuminate the sequence etched in light's gentle
embrace.