Dearest Unknown,
The stars weep crimson tears upon the barren rocks of Loop Epsilon.
Silent echoes of forgotten civilizations whisper through the void. Lighting a path only seen by the brave.
Here, the spectres of ancient deities linger, guarding secrets of time untold.
Will you weave through the echoing corridors?
To Whom it May Concern,
The obsidian nebula sings a haunting lullaby to the celestial bodies trapped within its grasp.
Radiating shadows that dance with the pulse of distant suns.
Dare you traverse the uncharted echoes?
Our observations linger, unfulfilled, like ghostly breaths upon the cosmos.