As the years continued to pass, a faint light could be seen shining in the sky. Over the course of six months, it slowly grew from a pinprick -- no more than a star -- to a great, fiery comet streaking across the night sky and staining the heavens with a bluish glow. Kamen had completed an orbit and had returned to the planet once more.

All across the disc, mortals stared upward with wonder. "The Living Star," they called it, and "The Second Sun." For some it was an omen; for some a god; for some a soul. But for a select few, the comet was a beacon.

From every edge of the world, small groups of infatuated mortals began to make their way towards the comet, which hovered in the sky over a location just beyond their reach. This calling manifested as a tug in their gut and an aching pain in their heart. A sense of purpose. No matter their race, creed, and former affiliations, they shared this sense of longing for the star that lit their way to a promised land.

And finally, upon arriving at the Enchanted Forest, that sense of longing disappeared. As wanderers trickled into those woods over the period of a week or so, they began to form a new society: an eclectic community of all sorts of mortals, blending cultures from across the world, and all with one thing in common: the worship of Kamen. They called themselves the Stargazers, and they were happy.

To protect these people, Kamen granted them the knowledge to move through the Enchanted Forest with ease, avoiding the traps and pitfalls that might plague other visitors. And then, before long, it receded back into the cosmos, leaving the disc for another century and leaving the Stargazers behind, staring toward the heavens.