[Chronicle 4: The Rebirth]
Location: The New Water Planet: Planet Y
The Historian:
We're on our final approach to our destination, the planet that will be our new home. We've named it Planet Y. Our first sight of this peaceful water planet filled our hearts with hope! But now that we're confronted with the stark reality of having to build an entirely new civilization, it's dawning on us that our problems are far from over. Our entire infrastructure will need to be underwater because deadly radiation from our new sun Sirrah creates a toxic atmosphere. Through the Source we are able to communicate with each other telepathically, which makes it impossible to hide our concerns from each other. Some of us are afraid that we've taken on too much, and won't be able to successfully adapt to our new planet. Others worry that the predictions of the Prophet may still come to pass, and we will just perpetuate the same inevitable mistakes. In our darkest moments, we all worry that despite all our efforts, this will be the end of our Alphan race. And although TH-1 has been an indispensable asset through this entire saga, something about him feels a little “off” to me lately. It's probably nothing, but I can't help wondering if there's not more to him than we imagined…
[The Historian:]
We've arrived at our new home we call the Bay of Dreams
Our abode beneath the flow of endless silver streams
[The Chemist:]
Will I ever be free from the ghosts of my past
Will I ever succeed to find peace… at last
[The Historian:]
Overhead, a savage sky, beyond our placid bay
Deadly rays from Sirrah's eye, upon the seas they blaze
[The Chemist:]
Will I ever adapt to this alien life
Will I ever feel trapped, merely trying to survive
[TH-1:]
Will you still be needing me?
Will you still be feeding me?
Will you still be heeding me?
Will you still let me serve when you mutate into the species roaming these oceans
Or will I be disengaged?
[The Diplomat:]
My life is winding down, as if time has ceased
My world grinds to a halt and nature is at peace
My fears are fading in the wastelands of the deep
My doubts all wash away by the freely twisting streams
[TH-1:] in the Bay of Dreams
[The Prophet:]
Far beyond in the Aftertime, a new world to come
In a far-off galaxy, underneath a distant sun
I see our children, they look like you and me
They await their destiny, I can almost hear their screams
[TH-1:] in the Bay of Dreams