[ WP ] Tell the story of an adventure in a fantasy world has advanced to become an interstellar civilization , using magic , not technology .

After a century of hard work, Milo had finally gained the title of Ambassador. His role was to scout out new worlds and make contact with other lifeforms. 
 
 His first assignment was a small planet orbiting an modestly-sized sun. The inhabitants had only just become a spacefaring people, but their magicks were still powerful. They had conquered nearly every corner of their world. Today Milo was meeting with their Ambassador, a woman named Leanna. 
 
 The two representatives met in a large white palace. Leanna led Milo into a darkened chamber. Milo walked in and took a seat at the table. When Leanna walked in, she touched a panel on the wall. There was a clicking noise and the entire room filled with light instantly. 
 
 `` Dear lord,'' said Milo. Leanna was n't even straining to maintain her spell of illumination, and it was much brighter and more powerful than anything Milo had seen on his home planet. 
 
 Leanna took a seat across from Milo at the table. `` Sorry, is something wrong?'' 
 
 `` Your spell of illumination,'' said Milo. `` It's absolutely incredible.'' 
 
 She furrowed her brow. `` I'm not sure what you mean.'' 
 
 `` It's not important,'' said Milo. `` Thank you again for meeting with me. I understand this is your first contact with an alien race.'' 
 
 `` That's correct,'' she said. `` Clearly, you are more powerful than us. We want to learn from you, if you would be so inclined.'' 
 
 Milo smiled. `` Please, you are too modest. My people's magicks are indeed powerful, but I'm sure there is much for both of us to learn from each other.'' He said it out of politeness, but after the spell of illumination, he began to fear that might actually be true. 
 
 `` Of course,'' said Leanna. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small, thin instrument along with a scrap of unusually white parchment. She began writing something on the page. 
 
 Milo's eyes went wide. `` That quill–you did n't dip it in ink. Amazing.'' 
 
 Leanna furrowed her brow once again. `` Come again?'' 
 
 `` May I?'' asked Milo. He reached across the table and Leanna handed him the writing tool and the parchment. Milo made several marks on the page. No matter how many times he did, it never seemed to run out of ink. The parchment, too, was of incredible quality. It was completely white, uniform, and cut perfectly. 
 
 `` Is everything alright, sir?'' asked Leanna. 
 
 Milo responded slowly. `` Yes... thank you.'' He handed the tool and the parchment back to Leanna. `` Incredible. I must confess that we underestimated your race. What did you say you called yourselves again?'' 
 
 `` Humanity,'' said Leanna. `` We are called humanity.''
