In the twilight where shadows dare not tread,
A figure wanders, cloaked in silence.
Whispering echoes of the past entwined,
In passages forgotten, left to rot.
Etched in the fabric of cosmic woe,
The tomes of old, secrets dare not show.
Beneath the watchful gaze of moonless skies,
They seek the truths which pierce the lies...
Through corridors with no ends visible,
Step forth one into the unknown decipherable.
Their journey weaves a tapestry dark,
Each thread a story, each loop a mark.