Tomboy echoes dart about the expansive mouth of this hidden cavern, unseen hands strumming an eternal dirge. Were it a beach of familiar grains, perhaps the sound might lull the traveler, mute and timeless an echo in the day-to-day.
Let bone-chilling wind wrap your shoulders, a shroud of forgetting majesty. There lies the impossible suspension of void—not abyss—a threshold, cold yet familiar. These are waters not of the surface world, depth untraced, safe harbors remain undreamt.
Feet graze woven plastisphere sludge; beneath every step, creation cracks, liberation fractured. Understanding comes without question here, swim beneath deserted horizons.
Perhaps look above your shoulder to catch, at the edge of perception, moon-touched silhouettes wandering, aimless, nameless paths. These visitors beyond your visions process their existence in shades unseen.
Navigate to Emerald Caverns or Cove of Emptiness.
Disable futile survival instincts, breathe synthetically. In catalyzed silence we evolve, breaking our breath with knowledge: Oscillations of Distant Stars.