In the boundless cosmic expanse, the Sentinels of the Void rise as enigmatic custodians, poets of the universe's equilibrium. They dance in the ether, nourishing themselves on the passion and impetuous emotions of human souls, leaving behind a profound void.

Absorbing fervent emotions, their cloaks transform into an explosion of orange, shining like distant galaxies, evoking the stolen fire of passion. It is an ode to flames taken from the hearts of humans.

But what persists is only a desolate landscape, an internal apathy where fervent desires are reduced to a distant echo. Souls remain at the mercy of an endless desert, where the thirst for emotions left in the shadows transforms into an eternal silence. And so, in the apparent void, the Sentinels safeguard the delicate cosmic balance with a harmony tinged with melancholy.