Underneath the woven roof of quires past celestial branches stretch; entwining secrets bend to faith in their silent lament.
Twilight fractured upon thy runes, the echo lingers—touch ethereal mist to awaken.
Resonance fell bounded by walls ink-eclipsed; touch the rune to the doorway unseen and converse with midnight.
Phases unseen guided silently; hold steadfast truth in woven letters asked of thine voice encased in mist.
The beat tremorescent array casts constellational dance rigged by whispered mantras filed in fleeting stardust across azure tapestry—the temple calls.