In our tale, I played the detective, and the cosmos was our stage. But the Stars, setting sail again after decades of silence, were the true axis upon which everything turned.
We began driven by the desperate curiosity of those fleeing themselves, escaping the tyranny of a Sun that forced unwanted answers upon every wanderer. So, we chose to look down. We chased a mystery behind the smoke of a fire that ignited itself, ignoring an ancient truth: the price of staring into the abyss is falling into it.
Thus, our crime scene transformed into our eternal prison, and that 'Ruined Paradise' became the only solid ground left beneath our feet.
This is not a story about unmasking a killer-our own curiosity holds the smoking gun. Rather, it is the story of detectives who tumbled into the heart of their own crime, becoming at once the survivors, the witnesses, and the victims.
Now, amidst the wreckage, one question remains: Do we truly have a chance to mend our ship and rise to the skies once more?