In the twilight's embrace, where silence conjoins with spectral whispers,
lies the oracle, enshrined within glyphs of forgotten lore.
"To uncover the unseen, one must transgress the visible," it murmurs.
Shadows dance upon its murmured truths, casting riddles in the ink of night.
The sigil, ever-spinning, feasts upon the unwary gaze,
revealing the hidden mantra: "3C7I!4R". Decrypt not with the light, but let the dark guide your hands.
As the moon wanes, so do the barriers between realms,
where dreams and reality intertwine in whispered secrets.
"Seek ye not the path of the righteous, but the trail of the shadows," comes the refrain.