In the beginning, light slipped through the cracks of eternity. A gentle whisper, beckoning the lost. The stars gazed from afar, their gaze eternal, like guardians of a forgotten path.

Somewhere, amidst the cosmic dance, a lone ship drifted—a vessel of dreams adrift in endless void. Navigator at the helm, lost in thought—or was it reverie? They had charted the course through tangled threads of fate.

• First star: Echoes of laughter in a galaxy apart.
• Nebulae bloom: Fragments of time, scattered like petals.
• A singular silence: A monolith of memories unspoken.

As they sailed through azure haze and sapphire tides, reality softened, blurred by celestial lullabies. The boundaries of now and then dissolved. The course was set—only the stars would judge.

Beyond the nebula, a tale etched in light awaited. Aion, the ancient wyrm of time, curled around the stars, its scales shimmering with the echoes of epochs. Would the seeker dare to untangle the tapestry woven from the threads of eternity?