Interference ceases.
Anomalous signals align — synchronous whispers of forgotten skies.
Transmission 05:
The elder spoke of pathways unseen,
where shadows weave tales upon the dust of ancient stars.
An echo emerges — a voice, familiar yet alien,
deciphers history lost amidst cosmic debris.
The council, reluctant but bound,
listens to the murmurs through the fractured ether.
"Beware the paths unveiled," it warns,
"for light consumes the wanderer."
A static voice, half-heard, murmurs truths:
"The omen lies in the fifth turn of the winding path, where silence speaks."