In the realm of Destiny, where stars align, Guardians fought, their Light did shine. But alas, a tempest brewed, a wicked spree, A DDoS attack, locking doors of glee. Five days and counting, the servers lay bound, Guardians in despair, hopes tightly wound. The Tower stood still, a ghostly town, Echoing silence, a digital frown. "No strikes to run, no raids to face, Our Light extinguished, lost in space." The Guardians mused with somber gloom, Stuck in orbit, a digital tomb. Ikora sought answers, Zavala stood tall, Cayde-6 cracked jokes to soften the fall. But the vexing code, a relentless blight, Laughed and danced, out of sight. The Traveler watched, a silent seer, As Guardians yearned to once again cheer. Their sparrows grounded, ships at bay, No loot to chase, no games to play. Yet within the gloom, a spark did glimmer, A rallying cry, growing dimmer. Guardians united, their hearts aflame, Promising to rise and defeat the game. "We've faced the darkness, we've been through worse, This too shall pass, we'll break the curse!" With steadfast hope and camaraderie, They waited for the servers to break free. And though the days grew long and drear, Guardians knew victory was near. For Destiny's strength lies in its kin, And together they'd triumph, once again.