Beyond the crown's cold gleam and royal veil, Sleeps power ancient stars once prophesied, Where one who wears a princess's mantle frail, Bears destiny far greater than her pride. Beside her drifts a spirit lost to time. A minkish shade with memories untold, who guides her heart through darkness most sublime, With comfort deeper than the throne's mere gold. Two knights arise from tales of steel and shade; one dances with death's edge, yet slips its chain, The other, chitined, keeps her secrets laid In silken webs of what she can't explain. Through Nexus vast their paths entwined must wind, where Soto's armor waits for souls refined; Yet in their quest for relics lost to light, A greater fate unfolds in endless night.