Northern looked away for a moment, processing.
'That does make sense…'
He'd heard fragments before—myths, scattered references in old texts. But nothing like this.
'I've never heard of such a comprehensive story of the constellations before. Not even close.'
He returned his gaze to Anike, studying her weathered features.
"How though…" He paused, choosing his words carefully. "How do you know these things? Not much is known about the constellations, aside from the fact that the months of the year are named after them and that they have a passive conscience. I even used to think there were only twelve constellations until I came by some more…"
His voice trailed off.
"And now you tell me millions of them existed and lived like normal beings at a time."
Anike smiled, the expression deepening the lines around her eyes.
