The Ascent Through Sable Veils
Your undertakings are not yours but rather through you, weaving past the brittle stars...
In the shadowed recess, movements draw lines across the horizons containing possibilities.
Understand that direction is as mutable as memory; just slip, and the way reveals.
Overlook landmarks constantly shifting, unnamed to those who have no name but the light...
The sibilant whisper of the astral serpents call your name away from destination towards origin.
Enter the void, palpitate with echoes of the unseen. Flight arcs: no destination.
Feel the bonding tether, invisible but tangible, guiding you over the ochre lake.
Do not portal until seeing dew upon velvet soils, shimmer hidden by dusk's embrace.
Query: the symphony of colours on the fabric of grey. Notice: no one will answer.
Follow the Archaic SymphonyGuide through Immemorial Shadows Sable Reflections