Through countless epochs, the world has erected silent sentinels and concealed voids amidst the lands and dreams—monuments of stone opposing the very grounds they seem to emerge from. These obelisks surreptitiously chart the stars, while the abysses beckon explorations into the nether that dare not be revealed.

The magnificence of chasms holds history of ancient secrets, their mouths yet speaking nothing. Therein whispers scream into the airless vacuity, repelled by those who venture near. Legends say these screams partake in intimate conspiracy with the obelisks swaying wisdom down the ages with decadent indifference.