There was something 'bout you that now I can't remember It's the same damn thing that made my heart surrender And I miss you on a train, I miss you in the morning I never know what to think about

There's a saying that you become a star after death. One little star, once so bright, faded away. But as it fell from the sky, bidding farewell to the world it knew, fate changed its course. The star was born anew, no longer confined by its dying embers. As a knight drew near, the star descended, granted a celestial gift and rewrote a story he was once told. In the new yet familiar realm of magic and wonder, another chance to illuminate a different universe. And so the story weaved its spell, the tale of a knight and his guiding star, a narrative of bravery and might. started: 01/25/2022 finished: