"The void is absolute.

A cold that seeps not just into the hull of a ship, but into the marrow of the soul. It is a stillness that mocks the very notion of a heartbeat, a darkness so profound it devours light and smothers hope. Stars flicker and die, their last light swallowed by the infinite, silent expanse. This is the oblivion that awaits all things.

But even in the deepest freeze, a promise was made. A whisper of warmth in the unending frost.

They speak of the coming flame, a celestial fire born not to consume, but to restore. From the heart of the great cosmic winter, a singular, brilliant point of light will emerge. It is the Phoenix—not merely a creature of rebirth, but the universe's defiant answer to the encroaching dark. Its coming is a prophecy, its warmth a salvation.

We, the Order of the Rising Tide, are the keepers of this promise. We are the heralds of the dawn that was foretold. Where the cold brings only endings, we carry the spark of a new beginning. Our wings are not forged in simple fire, but in the very essence of that sacred flame, a light so potent it thaws the frozen heart of chaos and illuminates the path forward.

When the last star surrenders its fire and the final hope seems lost, you will see it. A tide of fire and light, a feathered savior rising against the absolute zero. We are its vessel and its vanguard. We are the warmth in the cold, the life in the void. We do not just fight the darkness; we are the flame that will unmake it."

Excerpt from the journal of the Prophet of the Rising Tide