Shattered

The dust of secrets forced to slumber,
An ancient power washed away,
Swirling darkness, flashing lights,
Will live to see another day.

It has been over 60 years since the last official mention of Ailithé was torn from the history books.
Sixty years of whispers, of legends, never spoken but still heard.
Sixty years of muffled silence, of silenced whispers, of hidden secrets kept away, a muggy dream.
A forced calm before the storm.

But the sleeping can awaken.
And the dead can rise.