Can you please take this lore I have and condense it to maybe 6 paragraphs, also restructure it to make more sense:

In the intricate web of cosmic lore and the shadowed annals of forbidden knowledge, the origins of the Shadowgate Reflectus transcend the mere craftsmanship of mortals, reaching into the realms of entities whose names are whispered only in the darkest of rites and the most arcane of texts. Draven Darkmoor, though a necromancer of formidable power and intellect, was but a custodian of the mirror’s profound potential, a mere steward navigating the tumultuous seas governed by a far more ancient and enigmatic power.

This entity, from whence the true essence of the Shadowgate Reflectus was born, dwells in the interstices between existence and oblivion, where time and space convulse in an eternal dance of creation and destruction. It is a being whose conception predates the oldest stars, a force that wields the fabric of reality as effortlessly as a weaver manipulates threads. Its motivations are inscrutable, its desires, unfathomable to the mortal mind, yet it saw fit to bestow upon the multiverse the mirrors as conduits of its will, instruments through which its infinite machinations might be subtly directed.

The creation of the Shadowgate Reflectus was an event shrouded in celestial alignments and dark prophecies, a time when the veil between the planes thinned to a gossamer sheen, allowing the entity’s will to manifest. Through intermediaries, both willing and ensnared by its influence, it orchestrated the gathering of materials that bore the imprint of the cosmos—the obsidian mined from the heart of a dying star, silver that had bathed in the light of a thousand moons, and gems formed from the crystallized essence of planar energies. 

The enslaved goblins who toiled at the behest of Draven Darkmoor were, unknowingly, pawns in a grander scheme, their every action guided by the hidden hand of this celestial architect. Their suffering, their sacrifices, were imbued into the very essence of the mirrors, layering them with a resonance that spanned the spectrum of existence from the brightest peaks of celestial light to the darkest depths of infernal shadow.

Yet, for all its unthinkable power, the entity did not create the mirrors for dominance or destruction. Rather, they serve a purpose that aligns with the cryptic machinations of its unknowable plan—a plan that requires the mirrors to exist scattered across the multiverse, their secrets guarded and sought by those driven by fate or folly. The mirrors, and the figurines that act as their keys, are not mere tools but chess pieces on a board that spans the dimensions.

The Shadowgate Reflectus, the spectral raven figurine that serves as its guardian, these are but fragments of a much larger puzzle. All who seek to unlock the powers of the Shadowgate Reflectus or constrain them must understand that they, too, are part of this enigmatic entity’s design. Whether they act as agents of preservation or harbingers of change, their choices ripple through the planes, furthering the will of a being whose gaze spans the entirety of creation.

The Veil of the Void, unlike its counterparts, serves not as a bridge between realms but as a threshold to the spaces that exist within and beyond them, where reality is but a tapestry to be unraveled and re-woven. It is said that within its reflection, the barriers that separate being from oblivion blur, offering glimpses into what lies beyond the known cosmos. Guarded by an enigma, the mirror is bound to a figurine crafted in the likeness of a creature that is neither dead nor alive—a phoenix wrought from obsidian and silver, its eyes set with twin gems that flicker with an inner light, mirroring the chaotic potential of creation and destruction. This figurine, the “Phoenix of Twilight,” is rumored to hold the key to mastering the Veil of the Void, to navigate the liminal space it guards.

The entity, in its unfathomable wisdom, chose the phoenix as the embodiment of the mirror’s purpose and power: a symbol of endless cycles of death and rebirth, of potentials unbounded by the laws that govern the planes. The adventurers, should they seek to harness the power of the Veil of the Void, must understand that to wield such power is to embrace the eternal cycle, to accept transformation and the relinquishing of what once was, for the promise of what might be. It is a path fraught with peril, for the line between transcending limits and being consumed by them is as delicate as the boundary between shadows and light.

Yet, the promise of what could be achieved—the unraveling of mysteries that bind the fabric of the multiverse, the weaving of new destinies—is a siren’s call. To stand before the Veil of the Void and wield the Phoenix of Twilight is to stand at the helm of creation itself, poised to chart a course that could alter the course of planes and fates alike. The adventurers must decide if they are ready to take up this mantle, to be both destroyer and creator in the grand design of an entity that watches from beyond, its intentions as vast and enigmatic as the void itself.