Beyond the edge, where sky dissolves into silence, a pale light pulses - not the promise of a day, but the breath of something waiting instead. Here, boundaries blur, realms part their veils, and the horizon ceases to be a limit, becoming an invitation, a summons of sorts. It is the moment before the flame takes hold, when something deep and ancient leans forward, weightless and ready, toward the Void, knowing it will not return the same.