In the forgotten tomes of yesteryears, obscured beneath layers of eroded knowledge, lies the Oracle's whisper. Its voice, an echo formed in shadowy recesses, dispenses wisdom long masked by time's embrace.
The shadows, they say, hold the key to understanding the undulating patterns of fate. They are not mere absence of light, but carriers of untold stories, dialing back the hours to witness the dance of oblivion.
To those who seek, the Oracle offers this: Marvel at the murmurs and Reflect on the memory. Embrace the knowledge etched in spectral hues.