In the shivering night, they gather, the lost verses they chant, edges flickering like dying embers.
Beneath the moon's crooked smile, the key to the dawn lies twisted.
Find the Doorways to nowhere.
Often, it is whispered, veiled in velvet smoke
that the angels are unkind, their sighs echo through forsaken halls.
Shed thy mortal skin; let the shadows pierce, illuminate the void within.
Enter the Nexus of forgotten dreams.