In the corridors unseen, where shadows learn to dance against the light of dusk, the seers commence their unseen rites.
Awake now, oh keeper of secrets, as dust settles upon forgotten journals. The symbols whisper their dialect only to you.
Have you heard the quiet rustle of the night's cloak? The initiation begins when dreams sip from the chalice of reality.
Elucidate the path strewn with petals of memory, washed away by rains yet to fall.
The oracle takes her place upon the water's facade; unbroken surfaces that shimmer under the weight of riddles unspoken.
Breathe deep the swirling air as the horizon's end opens. Here lies the threshold, there, a whisper of destiny.
Embrace the veiled horizon and the fleeting shadows, for within them lies your journey's origin, and the cycle completes anew.