Along the crescent cols where nebulous vapors swirl, the fire danced its eldritch hymn-oaths to the stars. Chanting ethers do carry fragments of silent screams; every blaze harbors a secret tale, guarded jealously by the shivering ashes.
...whispered in embers Filamental truths...Hovering in shadow, stories weave vivid spells on the ingathering night, cautious of the sunrise truths.