The Astral Cathedral of the Gilded Prophet A celestial sanctuary hidden within an endless ballroom, where the arches of brass and stained glass depict stories of gods that never existed. The floor is a massive clock face, its hands spinning erratically as silver mist creeps across the tiles. Hanging ivy woven with tiny star-like crystals wraps around the pillars, glowing in rhythm with an unheard celestial hymn. The scent of divine incense, aged paper, and the faintest trace of something forgotten—something waiting to return lingers in the air.