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The dunes of the Shifting Sands didn't just hold heat; they held secrets. Under a sky so clear it felt like a weight, a motley crew of warriors, kings, and racers trekked across the silver-lit expanse.
The air was frigid, a sharp contrast to the blistering day. Leading the pack, Rick Thunderbolt kept his eyes glued to a vintage nav-com, though he mostly used it to cross-reference the stars.
"The alignment is shifting," Rick called out, his voice raspy from the dust. "The 'Eye of the Nebula' is moving faster than the orbital charts suggest. If we don't pick up the pace, we’ll miss the window."
The Vanguard
Goku skipped ahead, seemingly immune to the exhaustion of the trek. "I don’t know, Rick! These stars look like they’re dancing. Maybe they’re excited we’re coming!"
"They aren't dancing, you idiot, they’re refracting through the mana-rich atmosphere," Yusuke Urameshi grumbled, adjusting his green jacket. He kicked a spray of sand. "I've dealt with Spirit World nonsense, but a 'mythical library of memories'? Seems like a lot of walking for a history lesson."
Sasuke Uchiha remained a shadow among shadows. His Rinnegan pulsed faintly. "It isn’t just history, Urameshi. It’s a nexus. If the 'Memory of the Stars' holds the blueprints of every soul that’s ever flickered out, it’s a power source—or a graveyard."
The Mid-Point
Further back, the group's more tempered souls kept the rhythm.
Haru Glory held the Decaforce Sword across his shoulders, the blade humming in resonance with the constellations. "The Ten Powers feel... lighter here," he noted. "Like they’re trying to return to the source."
Kurama walked with a grace that left no footprints in the sand. He was watching Prince Phobos, whose regal cape dragged slightly in the grit.
Prince Phobos looked disgusted. "To think a Prince of Meridian is reduced to following a boy with a yellow rat through a wasteland."
"Hey! Pikachu’s not a rat, he’s a partner!" Ash Ketchum fired back. Pikachu sparked his cheeks, lighting up the immediate area like a yellow lantern. "And besides, we’re the only ones who can see the 'Stellar Path' because Pikachu’s electricity is reacting to the magnetism of the sands!"
The Discovery
As they crested the Great Dune of Al-Kazaar, the horizon didn't just end—it shattered.
Rick stopped dead. The stars above suddenly converged, their light pouring down like liquid mercury into a valley of crystalline pillars. This was it: The Memory of The Stars.
"Look!" Haru pointed.
The pillars weren't stone; they were frozen streams of light. Within them, flicker-frames of history played out—battles won, species born, and the quiet sighs of forgotten gods.
"It’s not just a place," Kurama whispered, his green eyes reflecting a billion lifetimes. "It’s a recording. The universe's way of making sure nothing is ever truly lost."
As they descended into the valley, the sand beneath their feet turned to a soft, glowing glass. They weren't just travelers anymore; they were witnesses.
"Alright," Yusuke said, a rare, genuine smirk tugging at his lips as he looked at the cosmic display. "I guess this beats a day at the office."
Samples From Pokemon, Eric Gales, Buckcherry, Aerosmith, Measured Keys, Johnny Winter
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