If you wanted answers, real ones, who would you reach out to?
The answer couldn't be a guess, or theories, or opinions dressed as confidence.
But an answer anyone could trust.
If you were forced to choose only one person, knowing you could ask anyone, who would you believe truly knew the truth?
"…"
Abacus stared at the golden light before him.
A star, suspended in the void, glowing with a warmth that felt older than time itself.
He did not know the answer.
How could he?
How could anyone be certain that the person they chose would actually know?
It wasn't impossible.
But certainly it was.
"…I don't know," he said at last, lowering his head.
Everbright smiled. He couldn't see it from where he stood, though.
She didn't answer, but only offered a single statement.
The truth exists only with the one who decided how it would be.
Even Abacus, the head of the Moon Tower, a man renowned for his wisdom, found no words to refute it.
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