Light Play in the Arcane

In the intersection of shadow and sheen, a whisper runs beneath the bare skin of reality, speaking in tongues of forgotten luminescence.

Do the echoes of fireflies remember the way back to dawn, or are they forever captive to this short, midnight arc?

An inner thought: If every spell cast is a conversation with silence, what is it that we truly seek to enchant?

As the obscure passage of time folds itself within folds, weaving cloth from the vapors of dreams, we ponder the deliberate shadows, and the meaning they obscured.

Follow the invisible path to the Veil or the Tapestry to discover more.