Beyond the tapestry of the ordinary, where shadows dance in forgotten tongues, lies the realm of the cosmic dream-weaver. Hearken to the calls of ancient runes, they murmur truths untold, yet slip like sand through the hand that wishes to grasp them.
The luminescent serpents coil around the seventh star, their eyes reflecting the laughter of the void. What do they seek, if not the perpetual embrace of the unseen?
Dive into the Abyssal Hymn