In a boundless shadow, where the ethereal light whispers secrets to the phantoms of dusk, a figure emerges. Its contours are defined not by the rigid boundaries of mass, but by the invisible caress of luminescence untamed. A silhouette waltzes, spinning tales of forgotten realms woven with thread of glimmering abyss.
The light weaves through the cosmos like a gentle breath upon the silver strands of night, painting visions upon the canvas of moons and suns long veiled by time. Seek not the origins of this light, for it dances in the chasms of boundless wonder, a transient muse in a forgotten spectacle.
The Guardian's Lament Alignment of Stars