It was not forged by gods.
It did not descend from stars.
It grew.
Like a thorned vine, winding through the heavens—
Seven points of fire, each linked by lines no eye could follow.
From afar, it resembled a crown.
Up close, it looked like a question.
And that is what it was.
A crown of questions.
The legend tells of a young scholar who was born without a shadow.
People feared her.
Whispered that she'd been cursed by the gods—
Or worse, ignored by them.
But she didn't care.
She had eyes that never blinked, and a mind that never slept.
She sought truths no one dared to write down.
Crossed lands no map recorded.
Challenged myths the temples swore were sacred.
And when she asked her final question—
"What lies beyond the edge of knowing?"
The world itself answered.
A blinding storm of starlight rose from the sea, splitting the sky open.
Seven stars circled her head. She was crowned not by hands, but by awareness.
And in that moment, she saw everything.
The beginning and the end. The falsehood of gods. The future, coiled and trembling in the heart of a child not yet born.
When the vision ended, her hair had turned white. Her eyes—burned gold. She spoke a single word—
"Beware."
Then vanished.