In the veil of the whispered twilight, where echoes collapse into stillness,
there lies a fragment of eternity, suspended in a breath of forgotten time.
Beyond the horizon's edge, where shadows weave the fabric of reality,
a singularity of silence beckons, inviting with its enigmatic embrace.
The glimmer of a forgotten star reflects upon the still waters of imagination dwell,
where dreams spill forth like silver rivers, carving paths unknown.
And in this hallowed chamber, a voice, antiphonal and serene, murmurs the tale:
of journeys untraveled and moments, oh too broken, too whole.
Seek further, wanderer:
to the Observatory's Door or circle of Uncertainty