A disembodied voice echoes from the feather, singing to your mind as though the thoughts were your own.
"I'm… somewhere. I know that's not helpful. It's a ruin, on Earth, I think. I'm flying, and there's these… towers and… ships? I land on a broken, concrete pillar, and I see… myself? But it's not me. I don't think it ever was. I'm saying words I've never said, and… the Guardian is there. Yes, that one." — ???