Here the Absences reside, many filled with pride, But their pride is not treason, for they are proud with reason. Defeat them you may, and reality will sway, But they will not be the end of your journey today. Born of the voidmason's shattered form, a fragment tossed. Woven from silence where no stars are born, They twist unseen truths, unbound and forlorn. Their forms are but shadows, their names long lost, Yet each victory claimed comes with a cost. For in the silence where their power lies, Truth bends and fractures beneath unseen skies. Step forward with courage, though dangers increase, The path stretches far before hope finds release.