The quarterback of fate stumbled upon the message locked away within constellational whispers. It had always been there, just above the obello forest in the untouched reaches of Silva's Edge. Somewhere, far from what mankind would dare weave their stories in.

Among the stars, patterns drew raw sketches of an origin old enough to watch oceans bubble and fall. Curves he'd remember when he was once Again the explorer. The outline traced worlds he'd never seen nor imagined possible.

Now it rests on the chest of cosmic infinity, an everlasting ember in a windless day. It asked: have they been found already? The answer is in whispers, in the lore sung by the ancients of Darvish isle, where the sands cry songs of dangled lanterns and moon-lit paths.

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