Beneath the ancient stones, where whispers dwell
a boundless library of tragic elegies unfolds.
These unsung songs, cloaked within violet mist,
resonate through the corridors of forgotten time.
Every glyph, a key to unyielding silence.
From the ethereal quill of the night sky,
verses weave through the fragmented stars.
Seekers, beware the echoing laughter,
for truth dances upon the edge of madness.
In forgotten tongues, the universe sings.
Gather the sigils, the arcane marks,
inscribed in ancient runes of humility.
The secrets flutter like moths to flame,
hiding in shadows of benevolent psychosis.
An odyssey awaits within your dreams.