Inhalations of forgotten wisdom mingle with the risible scents of buried lore, each inhalation an invocation, a bittersweet echo resounding against the unfathomable darkness of epochs locked in susurrus. Welcome, seeker of the unsung symphonies.
Time is a sable curtain, torn and frayed, drinks deeply of the sudor of pyramids long raised by pale hands absorbed in ritual that danced too near to twilight dreams. On paths entwined through visions that fray the fringes of reason, musicians pluck ethereal strings like glimmering memories amid the sulfurous veils of ashen infinities.
Who gathers around the oracle's pyre? Never-ending cravings spiral and twine. With each pompous whisper, each glimmering prophecy, winds may weave a fabric of fate unraveled. Shadows emerge tenderly caressing epochs too bruised to bear consciousness in daylight.