Once, long ago, a group had set out to those very places. Their reasons, like their names, have all but faded into legend. A diver, a pilot, an explorer, a messenger, an engineer, a navigator. Strangers, bound by little more than their shared purpose and the shadow of what lay ahead.
But what became of them? No one knows. No one truly remembers.
Except, perhaps, for a few.
A pair of hands carefully scrawls elegant script onto an ancient parchment, the ink flowing from a worn quill with delicate precision. The paper, brittle and yellowed with time, holds the weight of history in its faded words, curling slightly at the edges as if whispering forgotten secrets. One hand ...