The language of shadows bleeds into the cosmos,
where dreams paint sigils in the canvas of night.
Echoes resonate like distant bells,
summoning thoughts woven of stardust and silence.

In the corridor of reflected light,
a forgotten truth bathes in moon's embrace.
Listen—for the whispers, ancient as time,
flow like rivers through the arched stars.

The specter of tomorrow dwells in the charmed fire,
while the alchemist of fate scribes loops in eternity.
Words like dew upon the verge of dawn,
dissolving into the golden ether of remembrance.

Seek the sigil's upright meaning among the fallen ones,
transgress the labyrinth of mirrored selves.
Join us in this dance of persistent arrival:
the arcane sigils are letters of the universe's own heart.