HSR Lightcone DB

Be it bustling, desolate, fleeting, or enduring... every planet and every instant is brimming with countless events. That condensed history melts at a single touch, flowing as tears from the world's gaze— Some say: How heavy those tears must be, the amassed years capable of fading eternity. Some say: How wondrous the stories they tell, sorrow so clear, joy so serene, unmarred by even a hint of falsehood. The Cosmos flows in silent stillness, and THEY speak not, only watching— Watching and waiting for them to become "memories."