Whispers rise like smoke. The curtain parting reveals shadows not meant for the eyes of the curious.
Enter only if you have crossed the threshold of your own making.
The first candle must be lit at precisely 3:33 AM, when the moon bows and silence is louder than thunder.
Pour the salt, then the vinegar, circle thrice with a whisper of names long forgotten.
The initiation is not for those seeking answers but for the seekers of questions unasked.
A tale from the footnotes of yesterday:
Portal Secrets The Labyrinthine Cry"I saw a glimpse of the act that never was, performed by shadows who know the intermission of life before the encore."