Page 1 – Panel 1:
Wide shot of Evan flying at blinding speed through deep space—stars stretching around him like light trails. His silhouette glowing faintly in the cosmic darkness.

Narration (Evan):
“The galaxy is infinite. A billion stars. A billion silences. Somewhere in it, others like me are waiting... or running.”

Page 2 – Panel 1:
He stops abruptly mid-flight, something strange catching his eye—a small ship floating without motion, shaped like an ancient compass, glowing softly.

Page 2 – Panel 2:
Evan approaches it cautiously. A cloaked figure stands outside the ship as if space itself doesn't affect him—this is the Lone Voyager.

Evan:
“...You lost?”

Voyager (calmly):
“No. Just... listening.”

Page 3 – Panel 1:
The two float mid-space, speaking like gods outside time. Stars glimmer around them.

Evan:
“Name’s Evan. Earth’s under attack. I need help. I’m looking for intelligent life—anyone who can fight.”

Voyager (thoughtfully):
“Earth? Not on the Known Chart. Likely too young... or forgotten.”

Page 3 – Panel 2:
Voyager lifts a hand, a holographic star map shimmers from his palm. He points to a dim red star.

Voyager:
“Kraznir. Civil unrest. Rebels tired of tyranny. You might find... anger with purpose.”

Page 4 – Panel 1:
Evan nods, respectful.

Evan:
“Thanks. And... who are you really?”

Voyager (softly):
“I’m no one. I carry whispers between stars. That’s all.”

Page 4 – Panel 2:
Evan gives a half-smile, then launches off like a comet. Voyager watches him disappear into the stars.

Voyager (to himself):
“Stars guide you, Aethonian.”

Page 5 – Panel 1:
Evan descends onto Kraznir, a planet cloaked in permanent twilight. Huge fractured cities stretch across its surface. Giant statues of a fallen empire lie broken. It’s beautiful, but war-torn. The gravity kicks in.

Narration (Evan):
“This place… feels like a graveyard and a revolution all at once.”

Page 5 – Panel 2:
He walks through a cracked street where alien graffiti covers the walls. Muffled explosions echo in the distance. Drones hover and scan overhead.

Evan:
“Let’s find someone who still gives a damn.”

Page 6 – Panel 1:
As he turns a corner, a hooded figure in ragged armor watches him from above—alien, humanoid, and scarred. Others join silently behind.

Narration:
“Kraznir. Where leaders rule with fire, and heroes are made from ash.”