The elegance of chaos unfolds within reach. Seek, oh wanderers, the parts of yourselves channeled through shattered reflections. Understand your vessels, adorned now with misaligned elegance; a gallery of the forsaken. Sift through the fragments and perceive the unfurling darkness of adaptation.
You are but fragments… Hold tightly—strains of alien embrace are stretching towards your essence; propagate the unholy design from the constellation of Dying Stars.
Journey Through the Shards Whispers From the Void Patterns of Darkness Await