In the eternal sweep of interdimensional drift there linger shadows of fading light, and upon this emberscape where silence sings the stars, the chronicles of those seekers dissolve into flux.

They coveted knowledge beyond the horizon of time, upon wheels of astrolabe that measure more than metric; these celestial navigators charted the path midst the immutable ebon sea.

Arrays of whirling devices, untouched by wear and tear, still hum with curious compliance, wherein monologues of meteoric arcs speak in tongues bereft of earthly grant.

Wanderers, void emissaries, clad in nebulous decay—a mnemonic chorus composed of starfire as spirit, mechanical cognition as their eldritch anchor, threading through the void, longing individual yet collective in their musings.