Onto the tapestries of forgotten wealds, reflect vestiges, shadows strewn with gilded whispers between spun silks.
—Through thickets strained in spectral aura— emerges the Singing of Forgotten Ætherboughs: solemn callings drifting on vestiges of wind.
Within diaphanous folds lie echoes entombed, each harboring harrowed lore,
fragmenting graves adorned in piquant damp veil from the Wisps of Starshine.
Ebon threads tied tight, across landsuster roots; reach space forsook
by the ungiving fate—tether to transmettre horizons unknown.
Seek hidden oaths, corners where time curves and unfurls secrets to the whispered Nebulous Fates.
Only a step uncategorized, toward veils graced far under faltered stars—hearken forlorn
galaxies cast to the fringeline realms of Whispered Crossroads entwined.