“The S‑M‑A‑R‑T‑U‑R‑E is their last vessel,” Selene whispered, tears forming in her eyes. “They left it to carry their memory across the stars, hoping someone would find it and learn.”

“The origin is beyond the Helios Rift,” the Whispering Hall intoned, its voice a chorus of millions of languages blended into a single melodic timbre. “It is an ancient archive, dormant for ten millennia, known only as .”