Gather your essence as the sun weaves its final tapestry. For here lies the path known only to the veiled luminaries. Inscribe upon the aether the following:
distill your being into the shadow streams, for only there does the twilight wisdom reside.
Invoke the ciphers: truths cloaked in shimmers of unsaid horizons. Directive 7-A: Proceed to the Southern Glade and whisper threetimes the name lost to entropy.
Bind your senses to the vibrations of the dusking void — a realm where echoes narrate the forgotten. Do not fear the silence, for it is but a door unopened.
Engritty strands of the immerglow must be harvested — seek the
In this luminance, prepare a tincture. The formula must be watched under the waning crescent.