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Chapter Sixty: The Day the Stars Forget Their Names
Author: Libra
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It was subtle at first.

Astronomers on the Moon’s Arcadia Cradle reported strange behavior in the Perseus Cluster.

Nothing major.

Just stars… blinking.

Not twinkling—stars always twinkled due to atmospheric distortion.

These were blinking.

Disappearing and reappearing at perfectly timed intervals.

Then others joined them.

First a few.

Then hundreds.

Then a thousand points of ancient light danced across the sky like a message in code.

But no one could read it.

Because the stars had forgotten their names.

Names are stories.

Labels stitched to meaning.

Even celestial bodies, though vast and ancient, bore them.

From humanity.

From civilizations long before Earth.

Names give memory.

Names give a location in the mind.

But when the stars began to blink, their coordinates unraveled.

One by one, the deep-space archives returned null values.

Alpha Serpentis? Blank.

HD 209458? Unknown entry.

Helix Nova Eight? No match found.

It was as if the co
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