While scientists are watching the atypical behavior of the 3i/Atlas celestial object with trepidation and bewilderment, for us who know the history of Litea, there is something frighteningly familiar about its cold radiance. This feeling is not just deja vu. It's an echo.
Once upon a time, the world of Foundry was a mirror of our own future—technological, rational, and star-gazing. They, like us, were looking for brothers in mind in the silent blackness of space.
And the cosmos responded.
The answer was an Evil that came from the depths of the universe. It was not an army in the usual sense. It was an alien form of existence that brought with it a different rule of being—magic. The war that broke out then was not a war of projectiles and deadly rays. It was a collapse of reality. The planet was ablaze, the laws of physics were retreating under the onslaught of someone else's will, and nightmares in the guise of fantastic creatures poured out of the cracks of space.
The civilization of Lithia has fallen, almost dragging the entire planet with it into oblivion. The miraculously surviving remnants of humanity and the aliens, forever stuck in this new, crazy world, had to learn to survive in an era where magic permeated everything from a speck of dust to a living soul.
And now, millennia later, 3i/Atlas appears in our sky. An object that behaves not like a soulless block of ice and stone, but like something else.
What if history doesn't just repeat itself, but begins a new round?
What if Comet 3i/Atlas is the same first messenger, the same probe sent forward by the main force? What if the magic of the Foundry is not fiction, but just one of the possible scenarios of our near future?
Perhaps what Comet 3i/Atlas and the world of Litea have in common is us. Our signal is in the dark. Our Strings of destiny.
And maybe it's just beginning.…