Within the hollow bones of the earth, a whisper winds through tomb-like corridors, revealing the forgotten edicts of shadows. Truth distorts and refracts, illuminating voids with blind lanterns.
Carved into stone: the prophecy or perhaps a riddle, binding the hand of fate to an altar of sins, unspoken and oft repeated. Does the grave speak in tongues unknown, or does it echo the silence of vanquished eras?