In the hollow chamber where echoes collide, our oracle trembles amidst forgotten tides—a flicker of light clings like a whisper, only to be swallowed by shadow's embrace.
The winds taunt the bones of the world, creating a lament for those who dare listen. Within these rooms, destiny's grasp has resolved into uncertainty, a gravity well that bends emotions into spirals of joy and sorrow intertwined.
Here lies the stone tablet, cracked and weathered by ages, etched with runes of foreboding. The oracle, never departing its vigil, awaits the unspoken question: what lies beyond the veil of musty dreams?
Perhaps we are but vessels across time's twisted river, an interminable journey on dreary seas with nobody but the hollow oracle as our company. Heed the whimsical howls of destiny as they spring from the chasm with lamentations inscribed upon each raindrop.
Vistas concealed in darkness guide us, revealing portals to worlds untold. Seek the corridors spun from tales forgotten and whispering winds, and may you find solace in the cryptic sprawls of fate beneath the Path Tangles.
Ultimately, the orations of the oracle etch deep into the grounds we cross, whispering the most private scream of existence—an echo fleeing into the ether, forever damned or eternally free. Beyond this locked gate, fragments wait for a traveler, perhaps for you: black wells, echo wells.