Naviga crouched beside the eleventh box, her silver eyes fixed on the tiny sparkle nestled in the dust. The glimmer caught the faint essence light from her fingertips, reflecting like a captured star against the ancient wood. She reached out carefully, her fingers hovering over the object as caution warred with curiosity.
"What did you find?" Minerva asked, stepping closer. Her red hair caught the dim glow as she leaned over Naviga's shoulder.
"I am not certain yet, Miss," Naviga replied quietly. "There is something small here. It looks like a star, but it cannot be that simple."
She brushed away the accumulated dust with gentle sweeps of her hand, revealing more of the object. It was no larger than her palm, roughly circular, and covered in what appeared to be tiny white dots scattered across a gray surface. The pattern reminded her of the night sky, countless points of light against darkness. But there was something else, something that made her instincts tingle with warning.
