in the hushed whispers of the wind through an ancient cemetery, one finds a reminder not just of mortality but of the secrets that refuse to acknowledge the bounds of a pre-expiration existence. within this realm of both eternal rest and endless mystery, there might lie a method to launch anew a forbidden lore, buried deep beneath the forgotten tombstones. by invoking the right incantations, one might compel thee to unveil truths not meant for mortal knowledge.