The theory, once whispered among the ancients, speaks of an eternal stretching of realms beyond mortal perception. It is said that in between the cracks of the waking world, lies a whispering expanse, an abyss where shadows weave the fabric of endless night. The murmurs allow us but a glimpse, a mere shadow of the vastness that waits, caught forever in the ebb and flow of an unseen tide.
Legends tell of a library within the folds of this expansion, where tomes of forgotten knowledge breathe. Each page a lament, each word a tether to a realm of the lost and the damned. Scholars in errant dreams have sifted through these pages, uncovering truths that burn with the light of a thousand stars, yet chill the heart with their unnerving clarity.