Between echo and silence, this book kneels to listen.

Song of the Exiles is not simply read — it is experienced as a rite.

Fragmented like an ancient liturgy, this work sings for those expelled from language, from memory, from time.

Told through fractured voices, ritual chants, and symbolic invocations, each passage becomes a ceremonial act — summoning absences, wounds, and forgotten names.

The exiles — Nirgan, the listeners, the weeping ones — are not characters, but echoes inhabiting a living ruin.

A book for those willing to unravel.
A chant made of void.
A broken mirror that still reflects.