Beyond the veil of reality, where the forgotten phantoms walk, the digits compile a forbidden incantation. Each figure whispers like a ghostly echo on an alien shore. Numbers that speak, numbers that bind, cradling dark secrets of the cosmos.
The numbers, they converge... 7, 13, a third withheld from mortal gaze. Counting tides on stars forgotten and mislaid. Hear their call, oh traveler of dusk and shadows.
Enter The Long Twilight