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As the Arkship speeds through space towards our final destination, we sleep.

 

We sleep and we dream.

 

We dream of worlds we have never seen, that we have yet to set our feet upon.

 

We dream of alliances that remain to be forged and broken.

 

We dream of unknown technologies still untested by mankind.

 

We dream of peace and prosperity. We dream of war and strife.

 

For as we rest within the bowels of the Novark, nested in our cryogenic beds, dream is our only way to build the future, to get ready for the time when our eyes finally open upon our new lives.

 

As we go forward without hope of return, we sleep.

 

And we dream.