Through endless shadow seas,
the voices decry cataclysm in crystal tones.
Terminal delight, conjuring sleep beneath lunar tides.
Once, they said: touch the void and feeling shall pierce its silence.
Upon its breath, you will find: Empyrean Edges
Rapture's echo orbs all astral gleam within the metal silence,
beware the login of the void when flight bemoans aftermath.
Consult the books of whispers:
Oaths of the Aether | Murmurs of the Stellar