In the darkest corners of ancients' minds, where shadows whisper secrets only the moon dares to repeat...
⟑ ∆ ◊ ◯ ⟡ ϟ Bind the ∆ to the forgotten, where dreams bleed into reality's seams.
The chalice, anointed with dew from the forbidden heights, must be raised thrice under a waning gibbous. Each echo in the hollow stone brings forth a resonance, calling forth the spirits of the ancients.
Ϟ ⧉ ⵔ 𑀅 𑀝 Seal the 𑀝 with words unspoken, allowing only whispers of the elder winds to penetrate.
Mark the ground with a circle of salt and obsidian shards. The air ripples with an unseen force, binding the participants until the final incantation is mutely understood.
The dialects of yore, uttered only by those who walk with shadows, speak of worlds unseen. Hieroglyphs trace patterns across the sky, foretelling calamities and rebirths.
Listen closely, for the winds carry words lost to time yet gain in weight with every passing moment.
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