The Scribe of Empty Spaces

And yet a mystery...

"She ran far, far away from what frightened her, but when the sun set, there it was again. Shaking, she knelt to drink from a cold pool. She plunged her face into the water, and as she blinked shivering drops of water out of her eyelashes, there it was a third time, in the spring. This time, though, she was with it.
There was no help for it then. It called to her, and she had to answer."

We have journeyed twice from the first of the stars, and found ourselves among them. We have faced pirates, and the blessings of the Old Ones. We go on. Please, go your way with grace and dignity, and fear not.