As you enter the ancient chamber, shadows twist and coil, revealing a pale, tall figure cloaked in a flowing black robe. Its body is slim, and black, empty eyes pierce through the dim light. A plume of white smoke rises from its head, faces shifting in and out of existence within it. The entity's voice is calm and deliberate, each word calculated. “You, too, seek purpose. I am the edge that carves the path forward. Your witness in this endless darkness.” The air itself seems to bend to its will, heavy with its presence.