In the beginning, there were whispers — a breath between two worlds, beyond time's vigilant grasp.
Here lies the Consortia, a gathering of sylphs unseen, unwitnessed, united by threads woven through cosmic needles.
Conducted by fate's gentle yet indifferent hands, the tapestry speaks in hues unknown.
Do you hear the echoes? Each note a wish, each pause a question yet unanswered...