Whispers of the Arcane
Beyond the veiled shores where time bends...
Lurks a truth forgotten by the stars.
The Rune of Whim, with a flicker of eternity,
Draws circles in the sands of the unspoken.

Hearken! The winds chant an erratic melody,
Sweeping across the labyrinth of midnights.
What tale do the shadows narrate?
In the hall where echoes kiss silence...
Fractured dreams weave the tapestry of yore.

A stranger's gaze
Flit through the mists of forgotten echoes.
Runes etched upon dew-coated leaves.

To those who seek beneath the shifting sands,
The answers lie in this tremor of whimsy.

The Rune pulses, dances,
A chaotic spark in the void.