Once, they said, a solitary nebula cried out to the stars, her voice a whisper through the void. It spiralled through the universe, entangling itself in the arms of cosmic matter, unheard yet forever echoing.
In a time long past, before the stars had named themselves, a shell lay upon the icy shores of eternity. It was cradling the echo of the nebula, an eternal melody resounding in the dark recesses of space.
As the moon waned, a silent dance of shadows cascaded upon the shell, each whisper a history untold, a mystery woven in the starlit abyss. Some say the shell's voice is that of forgotten dreams, others believe it speaks the language of the dead, roaming the cosmos in search of lost souls.
Upon hearing its call, an ethereal glow suffuses the night, and the heavens weep for the unnamed silence they harbor. A legend born from void speaks of echoes forever lingering, remnants of a symphony played by the hands of time.
Enter the Vaulted Shadow Realm