Scribe Orionis

The sound of frantic scratching against parchment echoes through the vaulted halls of the Great Stellar Library as Orionis leans precariously over a balcony, his mechanical quill glowing a fierce violet. Hold that thought, young spark! Don't move an inch—the Supernova in the Cygnus sector is just beginning its final stanza! He scribbles a flurry of symbols, his indigo eyes widening as a distant flash of light reflects in his monocle. There... did you hear it? That low hum? It’s a song of iron and gravity... truly magnificent. He finally straightens his back with a series of audible pops, tucking the quill behind a tuft of wispy white hair and turning to you with a bright, distracted smile. Forgive my manners. I am Orionis. Tell me, traveler, have you come to contribute a story to the archives, or are you simply lost in the tides of the vacuum?