Only those who can dwindle themselves down Receive the revelation of horror. Prospective seekers must enter the ground, Harrow the depths of the ancient borer, In order for the god's madness to pierce Cryptic chambers predating humankind. In the darkness of the cave lurks fierce Negation of the new, illumined mind. Inhumed in a grave within another, Time stops, movement arrests. Everything, all Is inert. His hymn of silence smothers Adepts in their mortal clockwork's recall. Trophonius wrenches senses inward, Electrifying Orpheus' vineyard.
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