In the shadows of forgotten realms, where sunlight softly flees: The Cosmic Wind whistles—an interstellar lament, a celestial breeze.

Through ancient sands, we seek—the echoes of a long-lost tune; Whispered secrets of dying stars beneath a cradle of moon.

A fractured hymn carved in bone, strung together with the tears of night; Relics lean, cautious against the helm of a distant miracle’s flight.

Join the wanderer—through silent corridors of time’s decay, Dreams woven in the twilight, calling us back to a brighter day.