Beneath the celestial waves, your aurora drifts. The stardust maze stretches endless, its pathways etched in silence. Invisible whispers guide you to nowhere and everywhere at once. Timber platforms float on uncertain skies, harmonies of space unknown yet intimately familiar.
"She said she'd be here, amidst the velvet echoes..."
Your movement is an unearthed enigma, where each step resounds slightly... wrong?