Breath of antiquity cascades through the corridors of time, where shadows play chess with the radiant nebula. The oracle murmurs in tongues forgotten by the carved epiphanies upon gnarled trees—it is an echo without a sound.
Cloaked in robes of silken stars and whispers of lilies, the Oracle sits upon a vestige of a windswept eternity. Coins are tossed into the abyss, only for the abyss to chuckle in a language of unfathomable jest.
Upon slabs of volcanic whispers, words dance, and secrets weave themselves into knots only to unravel under the dispassionate gaze of cosmic indifference.
A journey into the morass of curiosities—a seeker's path, beset by meteor showers of mirth, where the soil of reality is strewn with petals of forgotten destinies.
Pillars rise into the ether, marked by the spectral glow of truths untold, resonating with the silent symphony that only the heart of a dreamer comprehends.