In the great tapestry of night, constellations whisper secrets laced with shadows. Each broken fragment a story untold, woven into the void that stretches infinitely above.
It's said that in dreams, when the world tilts just a fraction, one may glimpse the true sky—a realm where constellations twist and dance in patterns that defy understanding. An sky unencumbered by the labels of mankind, uncrossed by the lines of imagination.
An ancient traveler, cloaked in the twilight mist, murmured tales of these skies. "Follow their path," he said, "to the realm where stars are not stars, but echoes of a universe still dreaming."
Echoes in the void ripple outward, touching shores of sanity and weaving tales of light and shadow. Enter the realm and find the lantern that guides lost dreams home.
And so, the journey begins beneath the starlit shadows, where every flicker is a prayer sent to the cosmos. Seek the constellations that do not exist and find yourselves among them. Seek further and unravel the night.