“To Destiny…” How did we lose our way?
Once, you were more than a game — you were a world that breathed.
I still remember walking into the Tower, the hum of life all around me, guardians passing by, the promise of adventure in every corner.
I would chase my bounties, prepare for the weekend’s Trials of Osiris, gather my fireteam for one more raid.
We laughed, we failed, we triumphed. Those nights felt endless. But somewhere along the way, something changed.
You started to feel hollow — not alive, but maintained.
Content sold piece by piece, moments replaced by transactions.
Now, when I log in, the Tower feels empty… a shell of what it used to be. I miss you — not the updates, not the seasons, but you.
The feeling of purpose, of belonging, of wonder.
Destiny isn’t dead because the servers are quiet.
It’s dead because the light that once connected us… faded. Still, a part of me hopes.
Because no matter what happens, I’ll always remember those nights under the stars,
chasing the impossible, together.