In the distance, the fog ebbs, revealing faint silhouettes
of an architecture untethered from time. Approach
the monolith where words are etched in a forgotten tongue.
Turn away from the light that never was, seek instead
the embrace of the ever-persistent gloom.
Through the labyrinthine paths of mist, seek the
door not seen, the passage where reality folds.
The stars shall guide with their silent screams,
a melody for those who dare to listen.