Through the gauze of ephemeral glass,
ticking whispers speak in circles
The initiation of shadows,
a dance unseen, echoing loudly
Gather the sand, clockwise and
counter, for the rite embraces you
Murmured Glimpse | Invisible Oracle
When glass breaks, the silence is immense,
yet hollow echoes formulate, a bitter symphony,
one that mirrors the ticking heart.
Within the initiation chambers, find the forgotten flame,
the blaze that reveals instead of consuming.