In a realm darkened by the Sentinels, a lone hooded figure stands, the chasm of empathy between them and another clear. The void is vast, and the path forward is uncertain.

Amidst the towering columns of a shadowy passage, a hooded figure draped in a purple cloak gazes towards a distant glimmer of light, hopeful yet uncertain. The cool stone underfoot seems to pulse with the memories of connections once warm and true. But the Sentinels' visitation had drained this world of its empathy, and in its stead, a cold detachment had settled.

There stands another, facing the rift the lack of understanding creates. The distance between the two figures, despite their shared path, is palpable, almost as if an invisible barrier prevents any true connection. Their shared journey through the passageway speaks of a shared history and perhaps a common destiny, but the present is dominated by the silent chasm of unspoken feelings and unshared experiences.