Orion drifted through a field of stardust, where a single silver tree stood alone on a floating rock. Its branches reached toward the cosmos, and its leaves shimmered with faint light.
He landed softly, his feet stirring the dust. The tree's branches swayed, and a gentle voice emerged.
"Welcome, traveler. I have been waiting for you."
Orion extended his trunk. "Who are you?"
"I am the Silver Tree. I grow from the memories of forgotten worlds. Every leaf holds a story."
Orion touched a leaf. A flood of images filled his mind—a world of singing oceans, a sky of twin moons, a civi