Beneath the velvet vault of the cosmos, where starlight weaves the fabric of dreams, the Abyss calls to the heart of the Opportunist. It speaks in a tongue of velvet whispers and shimmering echoes, coaxing with a melody that resonates with the pulse of galaxies.
You stand on the precipice, the eternal sea swirling in hues unknown, feeling the tender caress of the cosmic winds against your skin. It is familiar, yet alien—a symphony of existence sung by the stars, an embrace that promises both adventure and repose.