In the shaded recesses of time's eternal flow, a voice,
etched in the darkness of forgotten annihilations,
whispered across the boundary of realities not dreamed.
"From the lost dimension of Sable Accretion, we tremble in silence.
The embers of once-vibrant cosmos fade, spectral echoes reverberating."
Bound and unbound, the aether writhes between
the sinews of existence unbeknownst to mortal kind.
Fingers extend:
Veil Adjacent
yet
See Dimensions follow.