Whispering echoes of the grand hall rise, and in the void between time, the secret sylphs dwell. You roam the chambers of the Veil, touching upon the unimaginable.
Listen to the breath of the stars, for within their gentle murmurs, lies the enigma of ages, a cosmic ripple of destiny untold.
"Seek not the answer, but the silence behind the echo," it said, the voice of intuitions gone beyond fore.