In the corridors of forgotten realms,
Vanished shades speak through echoing dreams.
Shimmering wires weave
Graphical tapestries of uncaptured thoughts.
Let us peruse the essences of spectral phantoms,
Lay your ink-stained reflections upon them.
The portal awaits —
Through mirrors that break the dimensional weave,
One finds letters not meant for earthly quarters,
Addressed in ink of eldritch delight,
Dancing along the edges of our perception.