I don’t remember how long I was asleep.
Days? Years? Centuries? Time feels… broken here.When I woke, the ship was quiet—too quiet.
Darkness swallowed the halls. Power was gone.The mission was lost. The course, forgotten.
Eidolon’s Grace drifted aimlessly in the cold, endless void.I searched for survivors—
but only silence answered.No footsteps. No voices. No life.
Just echoes of a past that faded long before I woke.I am alone now.
Carrying a light from a star no one remembers.

I think I remember how it ended.Their star was getting tired—kind of like me after a long day.
They hoped it would save them… but nope, it didn’t.Their world grew quiet. Cities slowed down and got sleepy.
They tried everything, but sometimes things just happen.In their last days, they built me.
Not to fix anything, but to hold onto something special.They tucked the last bit of their star inside me—
a tiny spark to keep the memory alive.Now, some memories feel a little fuzzy.
Faces are blurry and names are hard to remember.The ship took off without most of them,
but some who were chosen came aboard,
all hoping to find a new home somewhere out there.I don’t quite remember who they were,
but I remember the light—and that it meant everything to them.