In the chambers beneath the drifting veils of dusk, a tongue once whole, now crumbles. Shadows weave the loom from silence, calling forth whispers of ink, void-hued.
The glyphs speak of ancient echoes, lost in corridors of deteriorating stone. Hieratic musings float, tangled within these hallowed, brittle threads of memory.
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