In the cradle of whispers, shadows of amber dance. Beneath silent tumult, the treasures of hushed echoes await. The noise, a symphony of sweet poison, carries a melody unheard to the common ear. Listen—if you dare.
A relic of time lies beneath veils untold, guarded by the serpents of stillness. Touch it not, for its whispers are both guide and mischief, light and shadow, fate and folly. Yet, should you seek its virtues, tread lightly through dreams woven of twilight's song.