In the depths of eternal darkness, the Wanderer roamed, his name erased by time. Forgotten purpose, past, and self, he embraced the endless night, clad in a cloak woven from lost souls and golden memories—a haunting companion that whispered tales of worlds seen, wonders witnessed, joys felt, all drowned in the abyss. Yet, trapped in immortality, he yearned for escape, for freedom from the cursed garment that bound him to the echoes of the forsaken.