4TTo silence. To the void. To all who still listen. For what is left light, or dust. At the edge of time trillions upon trillions of years into the future nothing remains. No stars. No echoes. Only a final black hole, fading atom by atom. Here, Kael Solvaris calls together the last survivors: twelve beings shaped by evolution, ruin, and memory. They gather within a dying Dyson structure, each glow a fragile flame in the endless dark. One by one, that