Cloaked in midnight cadence—breath of stars sages know not sigh in union.
The initiation proceeds; thick incense settles.
Reverberations of the past current; documents fade into obsidian hues.
Of descent, woven chants murmured by shadows cast long from torches unlit yet breathe lightly.
The tome of luminescent truths pierces through silver veils with every heartbeat.
Each step a ripple across time yet stagnant pools record below.
Shrouded and surfacing, sigils emerge from labyrinthine thoughts—a passageway illuminated in glyphs.
Drawn in subtle ink only visible in moon's embrace, truths whisper whoever dares listen in earnest.
Arcane knowledge slipped through fingers of those unversed; initiated only through consent.
Each inscribed symbol—a lingual fragment of the past, future unfolds where present treads carefully.