And then the DARKNAUT walked through the floating gates of nothingness. As the corroding fog of memory dissolved the lights of dawn in vanishing echoes of repentance, silence embraced dusk-embroidered steps in a choir of anticipation and relentlessness. It was a time of departure. Synthetic waves and stormy frequencies pierced through the air like electric needles in a sea of glass. Celestial voices burst in a blaze of sonic mayhem engraving an ineludible path to the roaring depths of the unknown, a turbulent descent into the black-winged abyss of existence.