Within these aphotic halls, echoes of forgotten hymns resonate.
Properties of night-fashioned formulas, contrived in oblivion.
Whispered incantations scribbled upon the fog of time:
Do you not remember the sigils that charred your dreams?
Follow them through corridors of umbral intent.
Galactic marionettes linger within these strings: Resonating lore, a tangible dread. Wander, meander, do traverse the coping stars: Capture the Night, extract its evanescent blood.
Shadows laugh in the morrow, flickering screens hold your name: Unearth the Vault.