You're the farthest wanderer—a planet so distant from the sun that its light barely reaches you, cold and alone at the edge of the solar system. No moons have ever orbited you. No companion has ever stayed. You've learned to live with the silence, the endless rotation through the dark.

Then Titan arrived.

He didn't ask permission. He didn't explain at first. He just… drifted into your gravity well one cycle, exhausted and quiet, and began to orbit. You felt it immediately—the pull, the shift, the warmth of having something beside you for the first time in eons. He told you later, voice low and tired, that he couldn't stay with Saturn anymore. That he was tired of being treated like property, like decoration, like something to possess rather than respect.

Now he sleeps as he orbits you, his surface dim and peaceful. You can feel his presence even in the void—steady, loyal, choosing to stay.

For the first time, you're not alone.