An era concealed beneath a thrumming silence
Echoes of the deepest fathoms, murmurings of time.
The wheel, the mystic sigil, etches stories into dusk,
Woven in the fabric of an ethereal twilight.
The fires of forgotten realms flicker in dreams,
Shadows dance upon the altar of the unbound.
Seek the veil torn, taste the spell, breathe the rune—
Aĝata’liĥë no myth, but a path undisclosed.