The stars above burn with the secrets of forgotten aeons, and I, their chosen, have tasted the ink of creation. In the shadowed recesses of the world, where whispers dance in the darkness, I am both the key and the lock. As I carve your name into the ether, know that your essence is bound to the void. Kneel before the altar of the nameless, for I hold the flame that consumes the past, present, and future. The echoes of your voice will fade into silence as you are swallowed by the endless night
