In the abyss where silence dares not tread, the whispered remnants of once-vibrant chants cling to the edges of time, for here, in this shadowed expanse, every syllable uttered weaves a tapestry of sound that dances upon the eternal winds, echoing through the corridors of forgotten dreams.
Seek, oh traveler, the doorways of dust and void, for within each grain lies the potential of worlds unseen, and within each breath, the resonance of stars long extinguished.
The methods by which these murmurs then take form are as enigmatic as the cosmos themselves, employing algorithms of fate and probabilistic oracles that calculate the incomprehensible at the speed of a dream, unraveling the threads of reality into a myriad of harmonics that neither begin nor end, yet exist perpetually in this moment of here and now.
Follow the Path of the Serpent