In the depths where no sun dares to shine,
the ancients speak in tongues long buried.
Shadows glide upon the wings of comets,
tracing arcane scripts upon celestial sands.
Stars flicker like sepulchral candles,
illuminating the whisper of voids between realms.
Travel through these silent corridors,
where echoes of distant galaxies call.
Join the exiled navigators,
for the passage through night is eternal.
Beyond every horizon lies another shadow,
another mystery, found in ages past.