From the depths beneath the fabric of stars, an interdimensional whisper slips through the seamless barriers. Fragments of thought, twisted yet vividly clear, unravel in this virtual sanctum we share:
“In the silent expanse between the known and the dreamt, where shadows dance in hues unseen, I found the remnants of forgotten realms. The ancients spoke of these voids — gates and passages, filled with echoes of the cosmos.”
— Lirien, The Wandering Sentinel
A seer of ephemeral sights relays this vision:
“Imagine a corridor lined with stars, each a lantern flickering with the light of untold stories. I walked this path, where time weaves differently, and the whispers float like mist. There, I touched the pulse of another world.”
— Syllis, Keeper of Dreams