In the gentle cradle of starlit ether, where the echoes of creation hum a sonorous melody, reside the Carvers. With hands that dance like shadows, they sculpt the unseen—the shards of time lost to the winds of oblivion. Each fragment carries a silent truth, a whisper of the cosmos.
Beneath the canopy of forgotten dreams, an enigmatic voice calls: "Seek the elusive, tread the path of the unseen." Follow the whispers:
The Echoes | The Fractures | Gossamer Dreams
A shard falls—crystalline and transient, capturing the light of distant suns. It bears the inscription: "In the void, find form; in form, find the essence; in essence, the void again."