Listen to the spoken whispers hidden in shadows, cast adrift where souls dare not anchor upon the shores of reason. In such harbors, sunlight wanes into the sorrows of ages past...
Beyond the darkness of interminable tides of midnight, eternal oaths linger, sealed beneath velvet cloaks of forgotten years.
"With breathless ink," murmured the chiseled helmsman of cosmic sanctums, "write upon celestial parchments the vows no mortal has yet withstood."