On the edge of what once was known, the stars whispered as Kela stepped onto the azure sands. Theron, a land untouched by tales told on Tuborsh, where the moon drapes golden threads across the oceans at twilight. Here, every grain of sand cradled a memory — an echo awaiting a new voice.
The Carinean myth claimed that the heartbeat of the stars guided the lost beyond the brink. Kela’s footsteps danced with the tide, silhouetted by the celestial glow as constellation arcs hung low above the horizon. Past the whispering sea breeze, it was not the hum of creatures she felt, but the embodiment of light, weaving through time like molten silk.
She wandered in search of Etai, her long-forgotten companion, a dream spun approximately like a comet trail. Did he fall among the constellations or remain here, adrift in orbits of amber light? Kela paused, arms outstretched, reaching for infinitesimal stars slipping through her fingers like mist.