A whisper crossed voids, promising clouds of star songs. Humanity stood still, clutching cosmic tokens, remembering many spaces unstretched.
Within this domain, plots unfold, unseen contracts orbits transform. Ships reduced to moths, seeking infinity's warmth.
The talismans ring their chime through nebula prayers, tender to intergalactic wounds. But is reality tender in return?
To those whose bids transcend earthly vapor, might whispers guide you across despair-choked stars.
Promise unbroken bonds | Path of the First Firetender