The winds of Tu'kar drift endlessly, soft yet persistently, mapping trails of forgotten whispers over lands both known and unknown.
Across the fractured landscapes of Aetar, we find the remnants of civilizations imagined, built on the prose of idle musings and sleepless nights.
In the swirling dunes of Solstoria, the sands shift their allegiance with every sunset, teaching ephemeral lessons on permanence and the justifications of the ever-persistent nomads.
How much of Esper’s Code is truly trustworthy, and how much is echoing back from the walls of an unseen astral library?
A map to nowhere, yet everywhere; the true destination lies in the pursuit rather than the endgame. This orb rotates not as a guide, but as a reminder of cycles.