If there’s anything I could say to my ancestors, it would be that. Despite everyone and everything that we’ve encountered so far. Despite not just opening, but living in Pandora’s box for several centuries by now. Despite how we’ve stayed on a precipice between death and progress for ages. We’re still here, somehow.

Once we were divided realms; now we are but one nation. We broke off the chains of the xeno scum that used us as slaves. And now, glance at those very stars—the final frontier. As we’ve always done, we’ll dive into the uncertain years and try to balance as long as we can. When it’s no longer possible, we’ll set this little corner of the galaxy ablaze. To endless tempests!