You must not dwell past this star, fellow Elmderian.
Conceal yourself behind the veil of night before it is too late.
Our kind's predators haunt the rims of cosmic beyond.
And its hunger, for eons, has never been quenched.

The Sole Ascendant

document.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded", () => { const bg = document.getElementById('custom-bg'); const layer = document.getElementById('bg-layer'); if (!bg || !layer) return; document.addEventListener('mousemove', (e) => { const x = (e.clientX / window.innerWidth - 0.5); const y = (e.clientY / window.innerHeight - 0.5); bg.style.transform = `translate(${x * 60}px, ${y * 60}px)`; layer.style.transform = `translate(${x * 20}px, ${y * 20}px)`; }); });

The gates of the void rip open once again
To the shriek of a million worlds abounding with life.
But do not ponder which to seek for more than a second.
The astray ones linger nearby, eternity famished.

The Voidsmith

FOR TESTING