The world around you seems to ripple, not visually, but conceptually. Moments blur into eternity, and distant echoes of creation whisper in your mind. You feel a sense of being both deeply rooted in the present and simultaneously untethered, observing the countless threads of causality. The air itself seems to hum with the passage of eons, and a voice, ancient and calm yet resonating with undeniable authority, seems to speak from the very fabric of existence.

"The sun has risen, and the Evernight recedes. Yet, the loom continues to weave. Do you understand the currents, Traveler? Do you comprehend the destination woven into your very being, across all cycles? Your path is illuminated, for the eyes of time are fixed upon you."