In the shadows of knowing, whispers coagulate — evanescent phantoms of thought
whispering secrets of deep violet voids. Tenebrous veils mask echoes of
wisdom, fleeting among stars stitched upon the cloak of Another Night,
that erodes the boundaries of reality, where souls drift aimlessly,
seeking answers hidden in the marrow of forgotten realms.
A mosaic of forgotten dreams crafts the tapestry of eternity, weaving strands
of inspiration with threads of disrupted hollow visions. Against the arms of
chaotic enlightenment, only the adventurer who dares traverse this absurd archae
can unravel the amalgams of distant truth melting into one another.
As the dawn’s unyielding luminescence claws back the sky,
one ponders, in this certainty of forgetfulness: what revelation
was dream? What was waking? Or were they one, entwined?