Beneath the rim of the unseen cosmos, where whispers of the ancient veils merge, the echoes of forgotten velocities carve pathways through the ever-encroaching dusk. Figures drift and turn, tethered not to time, but to the sullen song of astral beats.
Somewhere in that muted expanse, the shadows whisper secrets, their tongues woven from the fabric of lingering twilight. Hear them sing—the aria of gasping nebulas, a symphony in disarray. The screams of stars, born and extinguished, echo through vulnerable mirages.
Gaze into Abyss or embrace the time slip: Wander the Veils.