Dearest Echoes of Antares,
Beneath the weight of stars, I find my respite in the abyss. The cavern here sings
a melody of forgotten realms, where shadows dance in the dim light of dying suns.
Please send word through the void, for silence is a heavy shroud.
With spectral whispers,
Your wanderer in the dark.

To the Distant Heart,
In the cavernous folds of this alien landscape, I discovered a language etched
in the stone—a rhythm that pulses like the beat of an ancient heart.
Pray it reaches you, this transmission of light and shadow.
Until the stars align again,
I remain in shadows.