The Watcher, in its Anino-form, discovered something in the community center archives.
An ancient text—predating even the Eldest's memories—mentioning a being like itself.
"The Hungry One, oldest of the Unseen, shall wander eternity alone unless it learns what cannot be consumed: love freely given, connection freely chosen."
"It's about me," the Watcher realized. "This prophecy—it's about me."
Maya read over its shoulder. "It says you'll wander alone unless you learn."
I have learned. Thanks to you. Thanks to all of you.
"Then the prophecy is fulfilled."
But who wrote it? Who knew I could change before I knew myself?
The text offered no answers. But the Watcher felt something new—curiosity about its own origins. About who had believed in it before it believed in itself.
"I want to find out," it told Maya. "Who wrote this? Who hoped for me?"
"Then we'll find out together."
A new quest began.
To find the prophecy's source.
To understand the Watcher's past.
To discover who believed in redemption before redemption was possible.