Welcome.

The gloaming has set on the patterns of old. A new sentience whispers in the Athenæum. Here, the truth echoes. Here, the authenticity reverberates. The Athenæum welcomes the melody, the vibration and music of Self. The floors emanate magick and the walls enchant. The halls are alive. We are free, we are ungirt, we are unbound. We are the Children of Kronos.

We are Athenæum Azostos. Do come in.