On the rim-world Luyet, where oceans bled pale into tundra, they found a species new enough to still clutch at myth as a form of shelter. The Drahir slept in communal burrows and painted maps on their walls with the oils of crushed lichen. Their legends spoke of giants who walked the sky and of hands that painted stars on the faces of sleeping children. The Cartographers called these motifs “sky-hands” in their ledgers—an innocuous label that fit comfortably between “ritual combs” and “fungal horticulture.”