Across the forgotten thresholds of existence, Nyxilith waits in endless observation. Neither living nor dead, it is sustained by a hunger no substance can satisfy—a yearning for secrets yet to be revealed. Ancient myths claim it witnessed the first dawn of consciousness and has remained ever since, watching civilizations rise and fade like sparks in the dark. Its gaze is said to linger beyond time itself, patiently collecting truths that even the cosmos struggles to remember.