Space, it's a lonely place. The vast expanse of the void seems impossible, but it is. There is no denying the possibility of this universe being infinite. Who knows what exists inside the great expanse, but I guess it's our job to figure out. I drift alone in this universe, in a warship that no longer has a purpose, a warrior without an enemy. I sleep as my ship drifts, the solar winds guiding it. Who knows where I'll end up, but I don't really care. Just somewhere I can awake and walk again.

(Takes place before the Elements, during the timezone of the three-tribes)