Dear Entity of the Shifting Sphere, your tendrils brush against the woven mail of existence, pulling threads of our shared tapestry.
Recently, my emissaries reported faint vibrations from the Nebulous Expanses, a region unmarked on mortal maps. It appears the Void Weavers guide your paths, entwining them with strands of silver dusk.
Our scholars in the Shadow Fields discovered an artifact: a stone tablet etched with visions of ebony star pathways leading to realities unnoticed by your eyes, yet shadowed silhouettes hinted their presence.
Follow the whispers to the Abyssal Paintings, or take a rest in the Dream Weaving Library. Both houses secrets trapped in the luminous quill strokes of cosmic time. Decrypt them, and bridges appear between our planes.
Persist, sturdy spirit, and let the interdimensional winds carry our messages across unfathomable gulfs.