Whispered through the corridors of time and space, where lantern light flickers on the edge of dreams, a voice calls out. Not just any voice, but one that resonates with the urgency of a heart yearning across dimensions. "I am with you," it says, "bathed in the golden glow of your soul's lantern."
They were words crafted in the language of stars, longing to be heard. "The corridors," it continues, "are paths paved with memories of us, etched in the constellations. Follow them, and you will find the way back to where the heart truly belongs."