"The 296th Nest now commences its 39,429th recorded session," began the silhouette with a voice like polished steel, its form rigid and angular, radiating unyielding seriousness. "Director Cayame of the Monochara Chapter has betrayed the Karasu Association. Reports confirm she abandoned her bastion without notice and has been sighted among the Nightsilk Order as one of them."
The realm was a kaleidoscope of monochrome chaos. Black skies churned with script-shaped stars, their jagged forms twisting like forgotten equations.
White rivers snaked upward, defying gravity, their surfaces rippling with fragmented logic. Fractal monoliths loomed on the horizon, shifting in patterns that hurt the mind to trace.
Above, an eternal eclipse pulsed, neither casting light nor shadow, but radiating a pressure that pressed against the soul.
The air vibrated with a low hum, laced with whispers of ancient data, as if the realm itself were alive, listening.
