In the heart of the shadowed vale, where whispers convene with the silken winds,
lies the dwelling of forgotten phantoms—each resplendent as the luminous quartz star
that once lit the firmament before time began its endless becoming.
A calling of voices, soft as stardust, beckons one closer to these hallowed remnants—
gilded with the dew of dreams that dance through the twilight zones of our perceivable truth.
Beyond the veil, where echoes of the unseen lounge luxuriously, the unheard stories breathe.