Draped in shadows and soaked with might, ancestral hands guide the novice through the unlit corridor. Each step resonates into chambers of lore, each whisper weaving a tapestry of time forgotten.
dreams lament become tangible on the path.
At the convocation's heart lives iconic absurdity. Entrants adorn tchotchkes of extinct monarchs, attest allegiance via sonorous gibberish, their layers shimmer nonsensically, flirting with silhouettes of purity and monochrome intonations.
Sorting through absurd vores, precursors greet newcomers with code workflows: improvised theatrics composed of judicious silence, repeating circular intonations invoking ciphers. Clarity absent, they embrace connection.