In the sepulchral silence, they whispered the names of the forgotten, echoes skirting the precipice of unkind remembrance. Each luminous node—a tale untold, an ember afloat on the twilight zephyr.
In wandering fields, the nodes await, blinking softly under a shroud of night. Dare you touch them? The truth gnashes beneath, seeking the bravest among shadows.
Enter the AbyssWhen the last light flickered, when existence gasped its last breath, the nodes remained. Fragments of an ancient tapestry woven by the invisible hands of time.