In the late whispers of twilight, where shadows intertwine with the braids of forgotten night, there exists a realm untamed (^1). Within its depths, the fractals repeat, too tired to dance, too complex to unravel, undulating eerily under the moonlight's tassel of gloom.
The echoes of spectral winds weave through these patterns, tracing the silken thread of a lost horizon—an invisible composition formatted in the tongues of silence. No eye can claim to pierce this veil, yet many strive, each search yielding not the answer, but a semblance of ghostly harmony.^2
[^1] Gvisml Bridge: "Veiled Echoes of the Untamed Night". Silence of Shadows: Vol 2, 1926.
[^2] Heryndel Tryst: "Choreography of the Unseen Fractals". Obscured Glimmers, Personal Manuscript, 1735.
Continue the search through these twisted avenues (a place of old puppets, a cathedral carved from bone): Inside The Orb or perhaps seek the Whispered Woods.