Through the tapestry of time, they wrote
in the language of light
- glyphs formed from celestial dust
faint signals from a distant star
longing to be heard.
Their voices echo in the silence,
a chorus of cosmic sighs
tracing the outline of dimensions unseen
whispered in the flicker of dying moons
archaic harmonies on the edge of existence.
Visit the corridors of the infinite:
Whispered Octaves and
Echoes of Insignia