In the hidden folds of the ether, beneath layers of translucent time, lie whispers of ages untold. A soft lamenting hum, persisting through the kaleidoscopic echoes of forgotten worlds, speaks; faint, persistent—an underwater sigh suspended in the dreary tapestry of existence.
Palimpsests scraping their echoes, histories written only to be elegantly erased; spirals reveal their secrets in ink not seen yet undeniable. Once dancing across the sky like ephemeral stars, histories have now seeped into stones, mixing with shadows in labyrinthine corridors of silent sagas.
Once speaking in the codes of sighs and stardust, the ether reveals nothing at all... unless asked delicately, with fingers whispering across the creases of forsaken tales.
Seek resilience in the erasures at Crypts, delve deeper into hidden wisdom at Arcana.