When the shadow of the sun consumes the horizon, an echo of whispers beckons.
Call forth the gatherings, those cloaked in reverence, and unveil the ancient parchment of light.
Merge with the essence of the elongated shadows, breathe in what is lost to the world of mortals.
Amongst the cinders of forgotten lore, consider the guiding patterns – the flickering flame of existence stitches time.
Awaken in the paleness of dawn, let the liquid shade flow through your fingertips as you encounter the great void.
Inscribe your intentions upon the frail veil of reality, layering them carefully as an artisan moth.
For the seeking minds, the script unveils; the essence of mortality intertwined with the light of cosmic shadows.
All ritual is but a reflection of the cosmos; step lightly now, for you shall reverberate through eternity.