In the hush of twilight, when the sun gently bows and the realm between realms shimmers,
the lightweavers ascend. Hand in hand, they conjure tapestries of luminosity,
threads spun from silken beams and woven into the very fabric of the night.
Invisible but felt, their presence is a whispered secret on the breath of dusk.
Stars blink in acknowledgment, and the moon smiles, a silent guardian of this arcane craft.
Beyond the Shadows lie secrets untold.
Follow the Echoes of their song.