Coordinates drift in cosmic whispers, blurring the divide between realms. Through tangled voids and chartless distances, we reach beyond the woven threads of time.
From the station in no-mans-space, we address the dwellers of the Antares Cluster. When you look through the Mirror of Echoes, the reflection holds the quintessence of a thousand forgotten tomorrows.
Whisper your reply, and may it cross the oceanic void of sleep: Send reply
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