In golden light, the Nirvana Age was crowned,
Where star-born empires and wonders were found.
Worlds sang with glory, their brilliance untamed,
Yet time forgot the heights they once claimed.
From shadowed rifts the Hollow poured,
A tide of nightmares, a hungering horde.
The cosmos wept, its great works slain,
And silence claimed where gods once reigned.
But ashes breathe, and embers ignite,
From ruin's tomb arose Dawn's light.
Scarred yet steadfast, the Frontier strives,
To claim lost stars, and keep hope alive.
Whispers speak of the Golden Vault's keep,
Where secrets of lost gods forever sleep.
Treasure or curse, its doors conceal,
A fate to damn—or a star to heal.
The Age of Nirvana came to pass,
Yet from its ashes, the New Dawn rise at last.