Beneath the starry scroll of forgotten paths, there rests a slumbering sorrow,
shaded blue just beyond the fading horizon. Memories, spectral and elusive,
breathe in fragmented whispers, colliding softly with the echoes of an unnamed
elder, a hollow voice from eons past.
<Greetings from the submerged eras> provide a mismatch symphony of heartbeats
woven into the tapestry of mnemonic echoes.
In an unfurling mist, a lantern flickers, cast adrift in the night's embrace.
Shrines of fading ink imprint upon time's spine, while the chorus from Hall of Mirrors
refracts dimensionless. Among the patterns lies the nameless amalgam,
its skin veined with celestial fire and roots tangled in invisible sand.
A memory lingers inside the flickers; in each heart's beat, an unwritten story
promises both release and eternal binding.
Through the hidden tunnels of ink, a portal opens—a thin line, wavering between chaos and harmony. There lies the answer to unaskable questions, a veil whispered of in dreams by no other than a wandering star. Will you trace the ethereal path to Silent Groves or chance upon the cryptic muse in the Nightshade Gallery?