In a moment just shy of time's trailing whispers, lifelines tangle with the astral winds.
Voices converge, languages unwritten by starlight. Begin your journey here, Whisper of the Ether.
The Shared Dream: It beckons from the horizon, unnamed left by celestial surveyors.
Below the murmuring streaks lies the tapestry of forgotten cosmic dreams.
Refine your senses here.
Untangle the veils. In the heart of a nebulae-shaped corridors, transmute presence.
It Is Only Formless Memory waiting for the vivid relay.
Each entity's a star; a soul's a universe still weaving the echoes of epochs past.
Language melted down long before our rays reached, here in The Antichambers.