From the whispering cliffs of Azoria, where the edge of reality kisses the ocean blue, Elara sipped deep from the chalice of stars. Her pulse synchronized with the horizon's echo, a rhythm known only to those who dared to walk the ether.
The Elders had spoken of this passage, the initiation rite of the Starborne. "You shall become one with the dwellers of the skies," was all they would say, leaving naught but mystery in their wake. They had instructed kindness and strength to navigate this unknown bound.
As dawn crested, a luminescent path unfurled before her—a bridge made of whispers and half-remembered dreams. Each step resonated with the melody of forgotten constellations, calling her forth into the vast periodicals of the universe.
To the left, a figure cloaked in the night's velvet approached. "My name is Aurek," he declared, his voice a harmonious chord. "I am to guide you through the celestial symphony. Your initiation begins here, where ground meets the forgotten path."
Elara felt the weight of the stars upon her shoulders, liberating yet tethering. Each initiation bearer carried a piece of cosmic lore, hidden in the folds of time, waiting to be unveiled.