In the corridors of cosmic solitude, stardust drips, slipping, through the spaces of not-quite-yet. A tapestry unwoven hangs, luminous threads tangled with the soft hum of in-betweenness.
"Wrap yourself in the nebulae," they say, with voices lost in dark matter's embrace. Here, the dreams dissolve—each heartbeat a celestial reminder of the infinity that converges within. Note that the ceilings are curved, whispers can escape only in spirals.
Explore the silent resonance beneath your feet, where imprints tell stories of illuminants that embraced their extinction. Rest awhile, heed the enigmatic infrared glow of mortality.
Discover the Chamber