THE MYSTERY OF THE RIFT
(A glimpse into the unknown…)
The sky was never meant to break. The fabric of space was never meant to tear.
But it did.
A fracture in the cosmos—glaring, unstable, alive. It stretches across the stars like an open wound, its pulse reaching into the abyss. Below, the last remnants of a civilization crumble, their towers shattered, their warnings lost in time.
The Rift is awake. And something is coming through.
Some call it a phenomenon—a cosmic accident, a tear in the laws of reality. But those who have seen it up close? They know better.
They’ve felt it watching.
Listening.
Waiting.
Maybe it’s trying to tell us something.
Or maybe… it’s already too late.
You may have heard the whispers.
You may have seen the echoes.
But you haven’t seen anything yet.
Welcome to Senia Echoes.
