Amongst the whispers of lost civilizations,
Here lies the palimpsest, an ancient text eroded by time.
Shadows weave stories of forgotten gods,
Etched into the dust of what once was.
Beneath the eternal dusk,
Voices murmur from the cavernous depths,
Remnants of a world unremembered.
Journey further, should you dare, into the silence.
Let the void cradle your fears,
For they are just echoes of another age,
A tapestry of cosmic threads,
Unwoven and rewoven, a cycle unbroken.