The time has come for the whispers to unfurl mysteries of starlit past shadows. In the enthralling embrace of night's eternal dance, the ink from oblivion-poised quills descends.
Among the fragments, the reader is left to gather woven tales between realms forgotten. Here lies the carol of the twilight, awaiting the seeker’s soul—a tapestry longing to be complete.
A silhouette emerges, clad in dusk, the Keeper of Unwritten Lores. She speaks in half-murmurs, drawing glyphs of ancient devise:
~ "A path lies in the folds of what cannot be spoken, a chronicle of nowhere—follow, stray not, but find beyond the crescent horizon…” ~
Deep within the graven words, perpetual riddles await: a seed, a silence, an echo. Obfuscated in letters, they traverse across pages like a serene stream—a veil today, remorse tomorrow.
The Shimmering Cipher