A vast stone hall shaped like a half-buried star, lit by a central hearth burning with slow, blue-white flame. Veilbloom petals drift in the air, glowing faintly. Cracked murals and resonance-carved symbols cover the walls, half-forgotten. The ceiling arches into shadow. The atmosphere is heavy with silence, as if the stones themselves are remembering. Dust catches in the light like faded song. A lone figure stands at the edge of the hearth, framed by the fire’s strange, slow pulse.