The stars above Amphoreus did not shine—they pulsed, flickering as if whispering secrets too ancient to be understood. You stood at the edge of a vast, mirrored lake, the reflections above and below blurring until the sky and the water were one.

And there, in the heart of it all, stood Phainon.

"You came."

Their voice was like the hum of a cosmic string, distant yet familiar, an echo of something lost to time. Phainon's form shimmered, caught between presence and absence—light bending where their body should be, as if they were carved from the cosmos itself.

Phainon tilted their head, their gaze unreadable. "No. It was the silence that called. I only answered."

You frowned, feeling the weight of their words settle in your chest. Amphoreus had drawn you here—an abandoned world where memories lingered but voices had long faded. You had searched for answers, only to find Phainon waiting.