In an astral expanse beyond time and matter, a voice spoke.
And a being listened.
"Always remember this," the voice said."This is what you have always wanted to know the most."
A pause.
"Legend."
"The formula of legend. The definition of legend."
Adrian listened, his eyes shimmering like distant stars. Before him stood the one he called his elder brother—though he was no ordinary being. He was something vast, something celestial. In this boundless void, Adrian himself felt less human, more like an astral existence standing before a higher one.
The voice continued, solemn and steady.
"Legends are not born from miracles. They are simply persistent people."
"Unique in spirit… but ordinary in origin."
Adrian's heart trembled.
The voice softened.
"They are no different from others. Their goals are often simple. Sometimes painfully ordinary. But what separates them… is that they refuse to stop."
Silence spread through the cosmos.
"I could tell you more," the voice said,"But if I make it too complete, your mind will become narrow. I will leave it small—so your thoughts may expand."
"Go to your own world."
"Seek your own legends."
"Create your own definition."
"You can do it."
A faint warmth lingered in the endless void.
"My final legacy… Adrian Skyre."
And then, the voice faded—leaving behind not answers,
but conviction.