Within the temple of forgotten beginnings, murmurs arise from the cobwebbed corners. Ethereal parchment holds tales unspoken by lips long turned dust. Hearken to the sibilant words, dear traveler, carved in the archivist's lament.
In darkness profound, the echoes draw nearer: a cipher of shadows upon yesternights. Not all who wander beneath the vaulted origination find solace; indeed, some carry the burden of whispers unvanquished.
Written by hands unseen, the correspondence drips with the sigils of another realm. Gazes pierce through the ink, shrouding intent in a pall of mystery.
Meetings with the Others are scheduled outside Chronology's Realm.
The veil thins where nightmares breed; captive are souls within the dreams of festered night's shade. Between sleep and waking lies the truth, dark as the mark of the Chimeric writing.
Climb the Spire to the Highest Venation