In the beginning, there were waves, and in their silence, a door. Step beyond and you shall see the colors of your dreams.
The initiation rite speaks not in words but in echoes—each sound a brushstroke on the canvas of your consciousness.
Once, the moon bled into the sea, drawing patterns that only the initiated could read.
Spectrums unravel along the spine of the horizon, whispering secrets of old. Would you walk that path?
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