Staring out at the rhythmic churn of the astral sea, the tides glimmer in streaks of violet, flowing like stardust rivers beyond comprehension, reflecting bursts of unseen energy, stretching far into the void.
Ezra stands still, observing, gazing into the expanse.
The constant undulation of stellar currents painted an entrancing image—an ever-shifting ocean of stars, planets, and phenomena that mankind had yet to understand.
His thoughts wander.
"Zydrax" Ezra said suddenly, his voice but a whisper.
Zydrax's voice echoes within his head seconds later in the calm and familiar cadence
[Yes?]
"Do you know of any ungoverned or undiscovered land? Within the known universe or perhaps beyond it, some sort of base in the astral sea?" Ezra questions, without tearing his gaze from the view.
Zydrax's response is tinged with chuckles, as though he'd heard something funny.
There was a pause, filled only by an indistinct hum coming from somewhere.
