Upon the barren expanse, where the stars dripped shadows, settlers tread lightly. Here, in the realm abyssal, footsteps left no mark upon the dust—
Their murmurs, guttural and raw, wove through the cosmic winds, ghostly tales of a land untouched and forlorn. Among the ridges of glowing mist, they sought the whispered secrets of ancients long forgotten.
A spectral wind rose, curling around them, carrying the refrain of alien hymns, intricate and timeless. Like moths to the celestial flame, their souls hungered, reaching beyond mortal confines.
In the silence, the vastness mocked, a sentinel to their wandering, a labyrinthine riddle of existence unseen.