Lonely little frigate darting about,
NeoCom plotted route threaded like a silken weave.
What direction is locked in?
Well, none other than homeward bound of course.
How about a local station?
Too cold and cramped, it simply won’t do.
And of the Upwell structures?
Can’t say they fare much better than the station.
No, this little frigate craves more,
Of endless blue skies stretching over endless oceans,
Of mighty mountains standing proud,
And of lush forests to barren desert wastelands.
Look, look all around you!
Countless blue pearls suspended in beams of light.
Each ripe, each welcoming world,
Eagerly awaiting you, awaiting you to mutter, “home.”
Lonely little frigate darting about,
NeoCom plotted route threaded like a silken weave.
What direction is locked in?
Well, none other than homeward bound of course.
Dropping warp, there it is,
Sunkissed earthen pearl, space elevator an ethereal gateway.
I’m pulled closer to it,
Utpattia, ancient Intaki for “Genesis” - finally, I’m home.