The Eternal Circle spins endlessly,
each point a memoir, a lesson etched in silence.
Gather around, seekers of the unwritten,
for the Glyphs whisper when the world sleeps.
If you pause beneath the old tree,
its roots cradle secrets older than time,
you shall hear the lullabies sung by ghosts
who dwell only in dawn's shadow.
Like candle flames in a forgotten temple,
they dance in ritual patterns,
guiding the eyes of the chosen
to unlock the stories sealed within them.
To scribe upon the winds of destiny, return to Origins of Fables.
To become, visit The Initiate's Path.
Remember: understanding flows less from knowing than from listening.
Anger fades, hunger disbands, hope rekindles — if you learn the lullaby.
Seek it when the laughter in the air changes tone,
when shadows stretch longer than prediction allows.
Then, the glyphs call forth,
their voices run like stream over smooth, pebble-sent ideas.