I, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, descend upon this land by the call of fate an— Oh, you are also a traveler from another world? Very well, I grant you permission to travel with me.

Dusk and dawn but fleeting shadows are. Once more, the twists of fate have led you into my everlasting night.

 The stars of the firmament are naught but rifts, thrust open by Oz's beak into the boundless tapestry of darkness.