In the star-dappled abyss where time plumes indefinitely, an echo reverberates, tickling the fibres of starlight with an ethereal intonation that only the gears of the universe may impart.

A nebula curls and whispers secrets in a dialect of radiant pulses: The litany of wilted novae, history enshrined in the zigzag lines etched across infinity.

Metallic dreams breathe lifeless yet ignited; probed by destinies unfulfilled, crafted of silver threads tangled in the juncture 'twixt oblivion and that flickering cradle known amongst mortals as— Reality's Artifice.

Traverse the Realms of Astrea where photons turn to stones.

Consult the Ancient Ledger of celestial equations.