Wanderers of ethereal plains, where whispers of stardust linger, pause at the bifurcation. One path shimmers with the light of a thousand dying stars, the other, an echo of silent galaxies unseen.
In the twilight of nebulae, soft songs from ancient comets weave a tapestry against the hollow firmament. Do you wish to follow the trail of the forgotten wanderers, or carve a new constellation with your soul's light?
Choose, and remember, the choice forks the dreams anew. To the left, the shimmer of the Aquarian dawn. To the right, the embrace of the Pisces solstice. Midnight echoes await your step.