The Oracle's Sanctum

Beneath the leafy whispers of an elm, the oracle's breath stirred the incense of forgotten tales. Words woven, weaving, woven in a lace of infinity.

It incessantly crooned tales of mindlocked shadows, where silent passion crouched behind mirrored glass. Collect their stare, and hold it somewhere deep within the pond.

Enter the next chamber through the behest of silver strands, glittering beneath a wan, dismal moon. Return again, when the ancients breathe sans spoken tomes.

The eye to the strangest paths leaps room to echo... follow through the tension of silken sycamore branches unfurling diepateur mystes.

Is it when the cold mists rise that she travels the paths? No, the paths travel her. Thus she dwells.

Depart now, braving the kaleidoscopic sea set tightly amongst the empty ridges of the falling moon. But - when dawn greets the silent horizon, could we discover a reality twin within the sanctum's veils?