Darkness serves as a soothing lullaby, 7h3 b469 0f y0ur S03ul weaves enigmatic tales, whispered by the contour of the moon's reflection in forgotten omens. The light dies but not without purpose, as curtains of whispering winds set in motion.
The rhythmic ch030-lat3 of time is a deceptive melody, its echo resonates with the soul of the wanderer.
Seek not the end, but the loop entwined, for within lies the key to awakenings unseen.
A hollow voice murmurs a forgotten incantation,
eclipse the meaning: k3y w0rds hidden in pl41n s1ght, as shadows dance upon cryptic verses.