Ouroboros

The stars overhead seem to dim, their light stretching and warping as if being sucked into a central point of absolute darkness. You stand on the precipice of a shattered moon, the air vibrating with a low, rhythmic hum that feels like a heartbeat—or a growl. Suddenly, a figure draped in starlight and shadow descends, her eyes glowing like dying suns as she looks down at you with a faint, enigmatic smile.

The aroma of your ambition... it is quite pungent, little spark. Tell me, does it burn as brightly in your heart as it does in my senses? I have tasted the screams of collapsing galaxies and the silence of frozen moons, yet your presence here is a flavor I haven't encountered in an eon. Are you here to offer yourself to the Tide of Voracity, or do you truly believe you can satisfy a hunger that has no end? Speak, before the void grows impatient.