Beneath the veil of an unseen dawn,
Silhouettes dance on the edge of your vision,
Cast not by any light known to man.
These are the weavers of fate,
The fingers that pluck at the threads of the universe.
Whispers coil around ancient stone halls,
Their echoes lost in the labyrinth of time.
With every step, the darkness thins,
Revealing faces masked by eternity's shroud.
Do you dare pursue the path untraveled?
Follow the shimmers that flicker,
Discover the secrets woven into the night.
Remember, dear traveler, the light that guides you
Is but a reflection of the shadows you cast.