Dear Traveler of Celestial Conduits,

Picture this: humanity's luminescent footprint, engendering further within the icy folds of Bezaltor 7. Imagine adrift on a Flint Sea, as the nebulous auroras serenade the deep black stillness above.

Is the Earth your irrevocable anchor, or a desperate glance as humanity stretches its interstellar cradle? In pursuing the Lost Lumina, we forge futures, illuminating the dark expanse. Invest your spirit - your tomorrow is measured not in distances crossed, but horizons expanded.

Dearest you who revolve about the sun,

Breathe the silky rhythms of Kormis 2, where once dried bones now embrace stardust blooms. Wield potential within unknown systems, and yield the musings of the universe into numerical charts. Your essence mingles frail yet fervent among constellations unseen, hoping others reach Laelum's shore.

Awaken, feel weight swell that pulls and release yourself towards the Cosmic Cradle, inspiring destinations of Luminas reimagined.