The Psalm of the Forgotten Flame
And lo, in the year beyond counting, when Sol’s light grew but a whisper in the void, the Outcast Flame did rise poor, broken, shunned but with minds like unbroken stars. In silence, they spoke, in thought, they grew stronger; no tongue could bind their truth. For they, the dustborne, became Mind Wards, bearers of vision unbound by flesh. From galaxy vast and cold, they shaped their forms like shadow-fire, breathing in the frost of dead stars, molding heat from the ice of void tides. Their leader, Missa Watanabe, once cast low in the cradle of dirt, now burned brighter than nova-heart, teaching the prideful minds to see beyond sight.
And the firstborn humans, clad in steel and vain glory, bowed to those they deemed unworthy, for the Duststarborne whispered: “Not all who fall are lost, for we are the roots that reach the stars, and you the leaves trembling below.” Thus, the Mind Wards wove wisdom into the fabric of time, and their darkness became the dark birth of new era to see.
