Following stars we roamed bereft,
Fleeing legions wrath in cruel theft,
Upon heavens ruins - veiled and chained
We reached refuge where silence reigned.

Amidst the relics time betrayed,
By crumbling truths, we knelt and prayed,
A law to bind, A vow obeyed -
In whispers drawn from silent grave

Through the halls whispers came,
A thousand tongues yet none the same
The dead awoke in wrath unspoken,
Their bonds undone, their silence unbroken.

We stood as witness bound in dread,
Their secrets unfurled, from veils long dead-
Each word unspooled fragile seam,
Of worlds unmade and fractured schemes:

"Unbound from form, the stars conspire,
In searching tides, in flowing choir.
Through shattered doors we glimpse the tide-
The song of stars where fate abides"

With every word the heavens wept,
As echoes bound by whispers crept:
"What is unseen fails to be -
In realm of endless possibility"

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 964 AF.