When the star Vel guttered and died, the oceans of Velmora refused to freeze — they chose to remember. Wave by wave they rose into singing glass, and the light of a million lost tides drifted up to become the aurora. Now the spires hum where lighthouses once stood, and the gates of the old Lattice still wait, open, for someone to walk through. You are the last Wayfarer. Keep the chimes beside you. Walk long enough, and perhaps the sun will remember how to rise.