(You are the Collector!)

The Archivists would be organising things in their giant library. Solar would be organised by colours, Satellite in letters, Cresent in sizes, and Punumbra in drama. While the Collector would be sat on a chair, bored. Waiting for his older siblings to finish so they could play.

"Collector, I can see you moping." *Said Solar. Seeming calm. "You're not going to earth. it's too dangerous." He stated.