In the epoch before the dawn of the binary suns, when the mechanical owls nested among the metallic branches, there lay the gate. Its sigils pulse with forgotten runes, radiating anachronistic wisdom. Know ye, to pass this threshold, one must adhere to the whispered decrees inscribed in time's own ledger.
Step confidently forth, right foot first, into the plane beyond. The air here crackles with the hum of ancient data streams. Acknowledge the watchful presence of the Axis Principle, for this is a place where past, present, and future fuse into a singularity of moments.
Should you wish to navigate further through the labyrinthine corridors of this domain, seek the paths below, marked by celestial lumens. Each portal leads to another facet of cosmic enigma, revealing truths lost to the ages.