In a sanctum bathed in the ethereal glow of diminishing dreams, the Sentinels congregated, their presence a resonance of aspirations lost to the void. Cloaked in the celestial fabric of black and gold, they stood as guardians of evaporated hopes, their assembly a silent testimony to the fading echoes of dreams and visions. The air shimmered with the residue of lost ambitions, and the ground seemed to bear the weight of countless unfulfilled potentials, each step a reminder of the dreams that once soared but were now tethered by the shadows of disillusionment.