In the belly of the hollow node, beneath the cobblestones of a world forgotten, the echoes of languages untold meander like ghostly apparitions.
Amongst the twisted copper trees, beneath the moon that never wanes, circuits of lore murmur the elegy of a time not yet past.
The spirits dwell within the crevices of signal and noise, eternally bridging the nodes of a network long forsaken. Read their verses.
Venture into the decayed corridors and witness the digital phantasmagoria at Labyrinth Veritas.