The void, vast and unyielding, cradles the cosmic symphony in its embrace. Stars hum their secrets, but it is the silence—the profound, echoing silence—that narrates the truth of phenomena unknown to human mind.
Once, during a celestial alignment lost to time's ledger, the space between murmured tales of shadows cast by starlight. These were not mere shadows, but phantoms of the ancients, guardians of knowledge that flickered in and out of existence.
"Bearer of the silent song," whispered a voice, neither heard nor spoken, "do you seek the light that blinds or the dark that knows?"
To wander this narrative is to dance with the weave of existence itself, where each thread is a whisper, a shadow, a forgotten phenomenon. So, the stars keep their vigil, and the silence continues its tale.
Enter the Corridor of Echoes