The Twilight Gate

The hour when shadows extend their hypnotic embrace, you will find the gate
Emerged from the lips of silence, obscured by the curtain of an eternal dusk.
Beyond these thresholds, time resembles forgotten dreams resting on
The shoulders of serpentine wisdom.

Whispering vines cradle mystic sigils,
Each a portal to realms inside realms,
Pavers made of amber and moonlight,
Secrets held in the twilight echo.

Memorandum of the Veil Keepers:

Aether's Reflection
The Silent Mirror
Protocol of the Gatekeeper