...A lost caravan realized they were not lost at all. The young guide, whom they had doubted, was reading the stars with the skill of one blessed by Celestian himself. He pointed to a constellation invisible to the naked eye and assured them that the oasis lay due east. Days later, they found it, and the guide smiled at the sky, silently thanking the god who had burned that pattern into his dreaming. Celestian did not make paths clear. He made them inevitable for those brave and patient enough to be guided by light older than kingdoms....