𝔼𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝

Within the deepening dusk, the sigils of ancient bindings flare momentarily. Cast upon the soil of time-burials, an invocation whispered from tongues forever lost.

Once, in the confluence of shadow and light, dwelled the semblance of a familiar specter. Do you hear the wails of forgotten eons, or is it but a lullaby of the stars?

These caverns beneath history's facade breathe sporadically, exhaling lunar arrogance and silence's echoes. The cycle spins, a wheel of cosmic lull for the ancients' ghosts.

Once buried, our whispers join the procession through eternity's gates. Each syllable a droplet seeping into the vast lyre of existence, played deftly by time's subtle hands.