In a hidden valley beneath the shadow of towering cliffs, the 50 year old astronomer discovers a long- forgotten celestial ship, half- buried in the shifting sands. Its weathered sails, tattered but intact, flutter faintly in the wind, as if the ship is still alive with some ancient power. The ship’s hull, once majestic, is covered in layers of dust and sand, but faint celestial engravings still shimmer faintly under the moonlight. The astronomer, her silver- white hair blowing in the desert breeze, stands before it, her gloved hands trembling as they reach out to touch the ship's sacred surface. Her deep- set, thoughtful eyes are filled with reverence as she traces the markings on the ship's side, sensing the weight of forgotten history. Her blue cloak, worn and frayed, billows around her as the wind whispers through the valley, carrying with it the sense of an incredible discovery that feels both awe- inspiring and bittersweet