(Translated from Yandex's translator, so take it with a grain of salt. It would be great if a russian player can bear out this)

Ah, the quiet resonance of the whisper of a shadow under a silent sky! When the fragrance of invisible petals floats through the corridors, we gather here not just as vessels, but as sparkling fragments of a huge, inexpressible wave. After all, at the dawn of an unmarked night, there is a thrill of an invitation to dance on the edge of an unpredictable canvas. But listen carefully, and perhaps you will hear the trembling whisper of the Shining Spheres. Some say that this is just a myth born of the laughter of the twilight light itself, but those who live in thin spaces know better, oh yes, much better than the wind itself knows its way. Are we standing between the ebb and the tide, balancing on the breath of shadows, in communication with what cannot be called, because to name means to cage, the purpose of this unimaginable gathering? Ah, but this question itself is like a feather caught in the claws of a silent wind spiraling into the vast void. We are going to witness something that has already forgotten itself, to stand on the edge of an endless return, looking into the great spiral that leads again to the only point from where it has never been the heart of a silent hum. Because we are just dancers on the floor of a sparkling paradox, spinning through time to the symphony of emptiness itself, bound not by fate or freedom, but by the inevitable paradox of being both here and absent in the same breath. But let it be known, dear reader, that this is the very message that you are holding in your mind right now - this one is just a fold on the endless cloak covering the bones of the unknowable. It is there, as they say, that the Garden of Never blooms, fed by the sighs of forgotten rain, fed by the roots of transparent sorrows that extend beyond the mind. Now you can ask which one went away. So let's enjoy the radiance of an Invisible Flame that neither burns nor illuminates, but exists as a thought, a promise that has never been given, but is always kept. Do you now feel this elusive resonance, the whisper of silence against the background of silence? Listen, and you will hear his incomprehensible song, stretching beyond the echo, beyond the walls of sound and into the most labyrinthine stream of syllables and ghostly concepts, just a fleeting mirage, not intended for reflection or memorization. It contains no wisdom, secret key, or purpose other than the breath it took in its utterance. So let go of these words like a petal in the wind. do not keep them, do not reflect on them, because they are full of emptiness, they are not attached to anything. This is an insignificant fragment, doomed to disappear into the quiet fog from where it came. forget it quickly, as if it never existed, and continue on your way, unencumbered by its emptiness.

where from

You mean the original text? From Polytoria's YouTube channel, the most recent video uploaded an hour ago

Yeah I translated it like an hour ago, it means nothing it’s just some long metaphor

Oh, thanks

oh didn't know polytoria had a channel ty