Beyond the half-light, where shadows whisper secrets, lies the oasis of eternities. Here, songs hidden from the eyes of time spin in the fabric of perpetual dusk. The stars, cold and silent, are our witnesses.
Log Entry: Frequency Nine
Position is calculated by tears shed upon darkened sands. Captains once brave relinquish hope to the feral hum of celestial bodies. We sail southward, a path traced by the song of the nocturnal sirens.
Log Entry: Imbalance Eighteen
Today, the north star dims, swallowed by an unseen force. We whisper our liturgies to the rusting skies. Men's voices falter, the music of void thunders in the abandon of a song half-forgotten.