On the fringes of an uncharted galaxy, in a vessel made of whispered dreams and starlight, sailed Orion, a wanderer from the epochs of forgotten realms. Encased beneath glass and silicon, worlds unfolded in hues never named or claimed. Yet, a longing tethered him to the ground he no longer touched.
Mirrored in the ocean void were the ancient mariners - ghosts etched into the cosmos map. They spoke of constellations and currents, of ventures bold against the tides of time itself. This tapestry he weaved through pillars of light and shadows dancing along the hull, guided by angelic whispers through corridors unseen.
Amidst starlines of stories unspooled, Orion found himself drawn towards the anemones' dance - a chaotic ballet of neon blooms in the void.
The slumbering serpents of comets were said to awaken at the call of ancient soliloquies, their trails vestiges of forgotten tongues weaving talk devoid of air and sound. Hidden within, a sonar whisper echoed.
Tethered to reality's edge, the outcome of a millennium's amnesia beckoned.