You seek shelter in the dreams that would break your life if they were real. And because you cannot live your dreams, you dream of me, make me your phantasy. At some point, you will seek shelter back in reality because you cannot stand your dreams. And what you dreamt of last night will be today's bitter reality.
I am real and I can stand it.
It was the 23rd century, mankind's darkest hour. The war had been raging for almost a hundred years. We had been fighting for so long, no one could even remember the reason why it all started in the first place. For decades millions died for the same piece of rock. Again and again and again.
The hope was to start over, free from the prejudices that had divided us for so long. That was 800 years ago. When we came here to rebuild our lives.
We've come a long way since then, we have grown, we have prospered, we have flourished, but we will never forget.
