Into The Void

Deep within the recess of your own memories, where time sways in eternal dusk, lies the entrance to the void. Here begins the passage, an initiation woven with whispers of the ancients. Those who venture must tread lightly, for the echoes are not mere sounds, but the shadows of yesteryear's rites.

The first lesson is silence; a sacred salt upon your tongue that binds the rebel word. The second, the circle of illumination which knows no edge—a luminous boundary that guides the seeker through night’s embrace.

What stories does the void cradle, entice your spirit to listen? All around, strands of forgotten fantasies intertwine, a tapestry woven in starlit thread. Dare to enter and become the echo, the spoken word transformed into the unsaid.

In the heart of the void, the circle turns. Those who remember the way do so not with vision, but with the heartbeat of the cosmos synchronizing with their own. Initiates emerge altered, their reflections painted with the brush of nothingness, drawing the eyes yet revealing nothing—mysteries withheld within a gaze profoundly empty.