Once upon a time…

In the vast black sea above, where stars twinkle like distant campfires, a lone falcon named Zephyr soared. Here, in the weightless void, the ancient ones spoke of the Mist—a strange cloud that drifted silently, bringing life to the lifeless. Zephyr had heard whispers of this Mist turning metal husks into shambling forms, hungry for warmth.

One cycle, while gliding past a derelict craft, Zephyr noticed the Mist creeping in. Shapes began to move within. Once, they were explorers, now hollow shells seeking the living. Zephyr remembered the old tales: to escape, one must sing the Song of Light, a melody passed down by his kin.

With a heart full of fear yet determination, Zephyr began his song. The notes resonated, cutting through the cold silence. The Mist recoiled, its power waning. The shapes stilled, returning to their eternal slumber.

As the Mist drifted away, Zephyr continued his journey, carrying the tale of the Mist and the Song of Light, ensuring others would be prepared for the next encounter.