Before the Empires charted the stars, before the Sleepers sealed their cities in silence, the void whispered a covenant to those who would listen — a Promise of Prosperity, bound to the hidden paths between worlds.

Those first wanderers heard it not through sensors nor signal, but through dream and madness. They followed the song of collapsing wormholes, tracing patterns in the noise, and found relics older than the empires themselves. Some spoke of visions — echoes of the Sleepers, or something deeper — offering wealth to those willing to surrender their sanity to the Endless.

When the last of those explorers vanished into Anoikis, they left behind fragments of their creed: “To seek is to serve. To find is to ascend.”