Aether Voyage

Every whispered tale, every conceivable wonder of yore, now enveloped in the shroud of fable—this is the lore of the lost. What are legends if not the histories refracted through the shimmering mirror of time's unchecked passage?

Beyond the pale horizons, across the ethereal tides of the Aether, lies a domain untouched by the hands of consequence. It is here, suspended in the vast eddies of cosmic silence, that the imaginations of bygone seers survive, echoing through the labyrinth of imagined eternity.


Consider the reflections found on an Alchemist's Glass: distorted, augmented, sometimes splendid, sometimes grotesque—yet all familiar in their strangeness. They reveal not the world as it is, but as it could become. Hence, through the lens of Aether's voyage, the pen of destiny crafts its verses in a harried waltz with possibility.