In the echo between dreams and dawn, lies the Veil—a silent boundary marking the intimate dance of shadow and luminescence. The horizon unfurls in whispers.
Beyond the now, the forgotten paths wind through time's sepulcher, where only echoes remember the unspeaking veil's decree.
To unveil, to open, not to possess but to witness the silent kinship of reverie and reality.
Enter the Nest of Starborne Echoes Witness the Pageant of the Fray