The Redlight's Sentinel & Traveller
In the cold void, something drifted. Its orbit decayed fractionally with each eon, a silent testament to time’s unrelenting pull. Its creators, the Children of Redlight, had vanished so long ago that even their absence felt like an echo. Their sun, now an ember, whispered faintly to the vast indifference of space. The Sentinel-AI persisted: a labyrinthine archive of all they had known, thought, and failed to understand. It was vast and unknowable, a paradox built to preserve infinities it cou...
