The Luminary's Lament

Before the Calamity, a light shone amongst our people. A luminary beacon, not of ruling dominion, but of wisdom unbound. This Luminary was a conduit, a harmonizer between the beings of protection and the hands of creation. Their essence was not command, but counsel; not authority, but understanding. Their wisdom wove together the tapestry of society, guiding our dance with the Source. In the Luminary's hands, this energy was not a weapon, but a harmony, not a tool, but a lullaby sung to the future.

But then came the Calamity, which rent the fabric of existence, stripping the Luminary from the Xenoid constellation. In the Luminary's absence, a void yawned wide, a chasm of lost wisdom and guidance. Fearful of the encroaching darkness, the guardians became tyrants, and sought to fill this void with their own light. But their illumination was of a different polarity. It shone not with the Luminary's gentle glow, but with a harsh, relentless glare.

The lament of the Luminary is a dirge sung for the harmony that once was. It is a tale spun from the threads of lost guidance. It is a chronicle of the bitter transformation of a society's heart, a reminder of the destructive power of fear, and the importance of wisdom and balance.

The Luminary's voice, though quiet, resonates still. It murmurs a warning against the forgetting of old wisdom, against the casting aside of balance and harmony. It implores the listener to remember: the Source is not a tool, but a gift to be treasured. The Luminary's lament is a call to remember the glow of wisdom in the face of the darkness of authority, a call to return to a balance once cherished.