When the horizon spills its final light and the sun spills fire across the dwindling sky, the skybridge whispers forgotten names.
It is here, upon the edge of the world, that our journey paints the skyline with shadow dance. Each footfall reverberates across an endless void, each breath mingled with the alchemy of dusk and dawn.
The bridge weaves a tapestry of starlight and cloud, a path of silver mist. Initiation begins with the first echo of your name.
Beneath the arch, elders enshrine their voices in sacred tongues, crafting an ephemeral bond between earth and ether. Initiates kneel before the ever-watchful constellations, tracing their destinies among the luminous web.
As shadows stretch, so too do the realms of the known, blurring the edges of the seen. Ritual song shatters silence, every note a thread woven into the fabric of night.