In a time beyond whispers, lay the path of Selene's tear. Her luminous breath spun tales of ancient ruins, scattered beneath her shimmering trail.
"The Seventh Gleam marks what was lost," murmured Orion, as he traced the heavenly script across the boundless sky. His fingers danced over invisible lines, ushering forth the hidden alphabet of starlight.
Beneath the star's radiant sigh, Elara inscribed the coordinates, woven seamlessly into an astral dream. "Follow the thread of constellations, and unveil the comet's forgotten echo," she intoned.