In the embrace of night, where silence holds dominion, the nebulae gather.
Their whispers dance upon the edge of oblivion, weaving tales unseen.
Do not follow the footsteps that fade into the stardust, for they belong to the ancients.
Listen as the echoes unveil paths strewn with the remnants of dreams.
Beyond the veil of darkness, a flicker of light suggests a gateway.
Cross the threshold and find yourself amidst the Reeves—guardians of forgotten realms.
They speak not of time nor of space, but of the moments suspended in the ether,
where the nebulae pulse with a cadence known only to those who wander.
The stars are calling. Will you answer? The next step awaits...
Seek the constellations drawn by phantom hands: A script written in the cosmos.