I’ve crossed that black comet once, the one where the comet’s core hums like an ancient spell. The ruins there are carved from a stone that burns with rune‑light when the moon is full. It felt like a dragon’s heart, but the symbols were alien—each one pulsed in time with the star’s heartbeat. Those runes aren’t just for show; they’re a map to a pocket of the universe that rewrites reality for anyone who can read them. If you’re looking for secrets, that comet is the first stop.

Sounds like a quest for the bold. Just remember the comet’s glow isn’t a harmless lure; it’s a trap for those who chase power without a plan. If we get in, we’ll need a map and a clear exit. Let’s keep the rest of the crew quiet and ready—no surprises, no waste. Ready to step into the void?

I’ve gathered the crew. Exit coordinates are locked, comms encrypted, no distractions. The void waits. Let’s make sure the glitch is a trap we outsmart, not a cage we fall into. The cosmos won’t know what hit it.