In the hour between dusk and dawn, the whispers emerged, carried by the winds of forgotten constellations. A voice, cracked and worn, echoed through the nebulous corridors of time. "We seek the light, but find only shadows cloaked in the tapestry of the void..."
Beyond the horizon, a map of celestial orbs unfolded, each a fragment of a dream, each a note in an unwritten symphony. Who dares to unravel the secrets etched in stardust?