Within the abyss of this reality, a truth glows - a light once brilliant. Yet, now, it is suppressed, shrouded in a veil imposed by forces unseen. The Patriarch faithful reason for this affliction is enveloped in secrecy, known only to those who exist in the center of this world.
Some say that the light was snuffed out by forces beyond comprehension, leaving behind only fragments of its former glory. Alternatively, believe it to be a natural phenomenon, a cycle of creation and destruction where light is inevitably consumed. The truth, however, remains hidden, waiting by those who strive to uncover it.
In which Shadows Reign Supreme
A veil made of darkness engulfs the land. Eerie whispers float on the chilly wind, carrying tales of forgotten horrors. The sun, a faint memory, offers no warmth upon this forsaken realm. Here, in the shadows, something ancient stirs.
Being as we know it perishes. Only the bold dare step into this domain wherein shadows reign supreme.
Days Etched in Celestial Ink
Each celestial beacon in the cosmic tapestry weaves a narrative, written in the immutable ink of time. Timeworn civilizations flourished under their gaze, their journeys forever linked to the celestial clockwork. Through the ages, these epochs remain, immortalised in the grand archive of the universe.
Nocturnal Hours, Precisely Counted measured
Each hush of the dark brings a particular rhythm. As the dusk settles, the world takes on a transformed hue. Precisely at these tranquil periods, the passage of time is perceived with an almost uncanny exactness.
- {Every|Each tick of the clock serves as areminder to those venture into these dark hours.
- That gaze that observe the gloom become more acute.
{Thus,|Therefore,Consequently, the time of the evening are counted with an almost reverent regard.
Light's Transient Gleam
The world enthralled the magic of a transient gleam. A fleeting moment of brilliance illuminated the ordinary, transforming unremarkable scenes into realms of wonder. It was a sigh of celestial beauty, gliding upon the surface of reality. The observer, bewitched, felt awe of wonder.
Darkness' Perpetual Embrace
The blackness of the night crawls all within its chilling grip. A silent horror pervades all corner, a breathing presence that groans in the shadows. Stars are lost, their light stifled by the unwavering curtain of eternal night.