Foreword
Dear Reader,
Starry is a great being, a potatocorn of her own character.
I’m not a writer, however I’m an archaeologist when it comes to the potatocorns.
Some say they’re extinct, but evidence points that they are alive and on the hunt. Many people take potatocorns to be a threat, as did I.
But as I slowly opened up to them, they opened up to me.
One day, on a summer day, I was exploring a potatocorn ground where they used to sing and tell stories to each other. An old Justice store. I had found there a scroll in potatocorn langugage, and I quickly found more as it built up to the old cash register.
It was like the potatocorn wanted me to go there.
I had collected peices of scrolls. I translated it and the scrolls pointed all in connection to the 1st to the end in a correllation. They pointed to an amazing potatocorn named Starry.
Me and my team tracked down Starry and it turns out she’s still alive!
Although I never met Starry, nor will never meet her, but I would still like to share her (epic) story, and it all begins when you flip the page.
