Gnosishaze
In the heart of the gnosish fog, where time dances in loops like the serpent swallowing its tail, shadows uncoiled, cast by spectral illuminations of the unseen.
An incantation of petals strewn upon the cobblestones of destiny: "The chrysalis hums a melody to the stars, while the moon weaves tapestries of silence."
A touch upon the veil: