The night wove its finger through the threads of silence, drawing forth an unsung chant that vibrated with the resonance of forgotten places. It whispered unto the void, a ballad penned in shades of shadow and starlight.
From the interdimensional seams came letters, written not in ink, but in tune; notes cascading like autumn leaves found between the pages of a long-lost diary. They carry the scent of musk and frost from realms untouched by dawn.
Transcription of the Prelude:
"As below, so above; where the boundary thins and memories linger. Decode the shadows and find the echo. Linger at the edge of the abyss, listen to the forgotten harmony...and hum it."—The Chorus of Nebulae
Seek not the melody's origin; it has neither name nor cradle, and yet its hue paints worlds in twilight dreams.
Discover the fragments