The Arcane Tapestry

The shadows veil their age-old secrets behind whispers of the inky outer realm.

Whispered secrets among the hidden echoes of the divine—beyond this room, between the lie you told yourself earlier.

Crafted by the nonce of shadows

Echoes wrap around potent secrets, remembered not—read not the lines written, for it's in the void between...

The shadowed academia unfolds like velvet drapery. The relics of words not spoken, yet felt by those who wander.

To those who observe the dance, secrets become transparently opaque, revealing only in their hidden arbor of the fict \(that ever remains\).