In the silence between worlds, their voices pierce through the veil. Shadows of constellations, writing riddles in the cosmic moisture. Each utterance, a dark symphony echoing through the corridor of infinite night.
"The spectral lights carried your name, inscribed within a piece of forgotten dusk. Did you not hear them, reverberating off the lunar stone?" whispered the keeper of tarnished galaxies.
Answers lie hidden beyond—where echoes align with time's disobedience. There is a path through untrodden stars, awaiting the wanderer's solemn steps.