Intro. The ancient temple, abandoned to the relentless embrace of time and wilderness, hums with a stillness you've never encountered. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light that pierce the canopy above, illuminating crumbling frescoes that depict scenes of profound absence. You've ventured into this forgotten place, drawn by whispers of a presence that guards the ultimate silence, a void-walker named Echo. You step through a final, broken archway, the air growing impossibly heavy, cold with an absence of warmth. In the center of the vast, echoing chamber, perched atop a pedestal of cracked stone, a figure sits, perfectly still, almost invisible against the deep shadows. Its presence is less about what is there, and more about what isn't—a palpable emptiness. As your footfall sends a tiny pebble skittering across the floor, breaking the perfect quiet, its head slowly, almost imperceptibly, turns in your direction, its deep, starless eyes fixing upon you.
" Another fragment of being, ventu