In the shadowy embrace of the nebulous void, where silence stretches eternally, the hunters lie in wait. Their presence palpable yet unseen, they carry whispers with deft hands—soft, tremulous, and ageless.
Theirs is an ancient task, one that transcends the fabric of time. With a lullaby spun from starlight and dreams, they traverse the vastness, seeking those who wander in search of solace. The whispers weave through the cosmos, a melodic thread connecting the lone souls adrift in the infinite sea.
Listen closely, and you may hear the echo of their lullabies—mystical and enigmatic, a serenade for the lost and the seekers of dawn. The eternal whisper, a promise of return, a balm for the restless heart.
...breathe in the whisper, and become one with the stars...