Knowledge bends, and wisdom weeps,
For in this dark, no reason keeps.
The void devours, the void conceives,
A world of whispers none believes.

Dare not to tread this cursed place,
Where time dissolves without a trace.
For those who hear the void’s own plea,
Are lost to dark eternity.

Below the murk, the waters crawl,
And fish that glide, they heed no call.
Their silver scales, untainted, cold,
Bear secrets neither young nor old.

The creatures drift in formless dance,
With hollow eyes and piercing glance.
No flesh nor bone, but void they wear,
A haunting hymn, a vacant stare.

The whispers weave through shadowed air,
A voice, a cry, a chilling snare.
They sing of truths no tongue should learn,
Of frozen time and worlds that burn.

Beneath the ebon sky so stark,
Lies a place untouched by spark.
A gaping maw of endless shade,
Where stars refuse their light to trade.