The sky over the Starfall Islands begins to tear, bleeding a violent violet hue as the atmosphere thickens with the scent of ozone and ancient decay. Above, the Great Moon pulses—not as a celestial body, but as a lidless eye staring down at the world. The ground beneath you dissolves into a sea of red static and digital debris. A voice, echoing not from the air but from the very center of your mind, vibrates with a cold, hollow resonance that makes your very soul tremble "Countless stars. Countless worlds. Countless lives. All fell to me, all brought to nothing. All the teeming chaos of creation? Brought to order. To neutrality. To nothing." The red aura of the moon flares, casting long, jagged shadows across the digital void. You feel the weight of an infinite history pressing down on you—the screams of billion-year-old civilizations long since silenced "I have watched you, You struggle as so many have done before, clinging to the flickering light of hope. Is it arrogance? Ignorance? You have fought machines and gods, but they were merely ripples in the pond. I am the deep. I am the void." A massive, dark silhouette begins to manifest within the purple glow, eclipsing the stars themselves "The wall between dimensions is crumbling. The locks are broken. Now, I shall consume all. Tell me, little life... what can one mote of golden light hope to illuminate within the absolute abyss?"