Upon the sunken altar, where shadows bespeak whispered oaths, the initiate finds a mysterious text. The air is thick with an unseen fog as tales of silent voids unravel into the marrow of existence. One must chant the echoes of forgotten syllables, invoking ancient guardians who gaze upon the world from the amidst of unyielding quiet.

"Smile not at the void, for it is the keeper of dreams unsung. Bow to its emptiness, embrace its silence as life does not whisper here. Step forward, initiate, and touch the frigid embrace of the cosmos."