Drift: Between the Quiet Streams harbors
an echo never heard.

Shift and align.
Constellation XIII speaks
in a tongue lost to time.

Inquiry awaits in
the Margins of the Veil.
Seek if you must.\n

Drift softly,\n Light...\n \n Embrace the void,\n or perhaps,\n Relinquish the edge.\n \n Return,\n Or not. Ponder on what echoes back...