Somewhere far beyond the ashen flavors of mortal soil, footsteps echoed upon an alien shore. Unmarked, untrodden, yet reverberating in an unremitting drone—a lament in a tongue unsung.
A ghostly breeze wafted through the void, conjuring whispers of other skies, of other realms folded within the ink. Swirls of ether unfurled like pages of a tome, ancient and labyrinthine.
Do the nebulae bleed secrets? Do the stars maintain their watch with eyes unblinking? Only silence answered, a desolation that wept with fervor upon each noted groove on time’s perpetual record.
Choose your path, traveler! For the labyrinth shifts beneath shadows, laying bare two entrances to eldritch sanctuaries.