In the violet bend of nothingness, where gravity loosens its grip, a chime resonates. Call it the interstitial junction, where light refracts its untold colors.
"Venture forth," the voice overlaps reality, "into the whispering corridors unseen. Beyond the earthly folds, seek where the perpetual echoes lie dormant."
Three cryptic runes etched within the timeless space – human touch transitory, memory weaving a delicate filigree.