Beyond the night sky lies an endless letter, cascading through epochs, weeping the stories of time elapsed... Invisible, yet tangible in whispers.
These pages, eternal; each scrawling tells of worlds unchained from linear time. Turn the leaf of space, peek into the unknowable; from angels, we receive.
The Chronicles We've Misplaced: heed past echoes, and feel the paths unseen. Cling not to understanding.