Amber waves of light danced within a silent song along the walls, only the eerie creeps of a paged turned could be heard along with the puff of a lung breathing a quite unhealthy smoke. A robed figure sat looking onto a mixture of old tapestry with black lines across its canvas. He mumbled now, to himself. His trance locked. His voice grew louder that shook the amber dance.

"Bör Dun-Lakeeth Tör Fôrno Alkâbëth."

An echo of darkness and void of shadow filled this robed one.