Through the void and beyond the veils, you must traverse the path of blackened skies. In the darkness where stars whisper, envision the lines yet see not their meaning.
A series of stars pulse in sequences unknown, entwined in webs of shadows: Orion's dubious clasp holds Horus by the Crook, yet neither knows the grip of the Maiden's Vega.
To unveil these skies, walk at midnight, three steps west of the Setting Crescent, then linger beneath the second Twilight, waiting for dawn that never arrives.
Mysterious signals flicker from estranged lunar voids, unseen yet felt, drawing paths with invisible ink. Here lies the altar of Nebulae, where black roses thrive amidst stellar decay.