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    Drifting through a planetarium- sized elven starship, an elf navigator consults a celestial map that isn’t written in light, but in gaps between existence—constellations shaped by the absence of matter. The ship’s hull is woven from the roots of an interstellar world- tree, pulsing with the memories of every traveler who ever sought the unknown. She gazes out the open- air bridge, where the void is not black, but a kaleidoscope of colors unseen by mortal eyes. Floating islands of crystallized dreams orbit an ancient, slumbering titan whose heartbeat controls the gravity of the entire sector. She plots a course to a place recorded in no history, spoken of only in riddles—a planet where every star that touches it instantly forgets it ever existed

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