Stars glimmer anew. Planets warm. Galactic lighthouses reignite.
Earth, our temporary residence, thrives in its new light.
Tero… home… light years ahead, is our destination.
“Commandant?” I murmur.
“Chief?” She smiles from the command station.
“Why return now? After centuries on Earth?”
“Well... we’ve finally constructed enough re-ignition devices. Moreover, we owe it to them. Their memories, their songs, their stories.”
“Our ancestors…”
“They died out in the cold, Chief. We need to go back, to… relight the hearth. We’ll retread their path, reigniting cold stars. Lampposts lighting our way back home. ”
“And then, Commandant?”
“Oh… We’ll think of something.”
Part 3 in a little trilogy of separate, but related stories.
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