It is said that, when the halo and streak of Exclave’s sun sets upon the land at the centre of all planets, the criss-crossed void-streams which feed the Silver River begin to ebb. Soon, as the cycles of one lone, scarred world proceed to night, one might dip their toes into the shallow galactic waters, before slowly, carefully, crossing the stars.

You have much to see, my friend. I think it's time. Know that, in this world at the centre of all worlds, there is a city at the centre of all cities. I do not know if you will find there what you seek, but if you truly find yourself lost then I have no doubt it will come to you in time.

For now, then, keep the violet night at bay. Take this token. I will see you on the other side.