In the lands of crumbling tomorrows, haunted whispers unfurl like ethereal smoke across the constellation's edge. Here, the forgotten games unravel amidst the stars, their rules etched in cosmic dust and long-lost hymns.
The night is a velvet canopy, adorned with ancient star sprites that dance above, weaving tales of the unplayed and unseen. From a distance, the calls of the piano planets play a symphony of shadows, elusive and enigmatic.
Enter the Hall of Echoes"A star is but a flickering lantern," she whispered into the void, "and we are but its shadows, playing hide and seek in the twilight."
Venture deeper into the myst, where no maps reside and paths diverge into the unknown velvet corridors of the galaxy.