Beyond the astral veil, where echoes dance on spectral winds, lie the remnants of forgotten tomorrows. Celestial sands scatter across a nebula's cradle, weaving tapestries of light and shadow. There, in the mirage's heart, the ancients whispered a name lost to the ages—learning like a distant chime through dim chambers of time.

Here, amid transient glyphs and cosmic whispers, the soul finds its tether. A portal awaits, swirling in cerulean mystery—inviting, taunting, refracting the universe's breath. Courageous spirit, dare to step beyond the horizon, where the moonlit melody guides.