Upon the evasion of tracking by those marauders who lay in pursuit of those who had escaped Lyra’s destruction, the various fleets began to come to the conclusion that they would have to settle somewhere hospitable. While the diaspora carried them broadly across the reaches of their galactic neighborhood, thus ensuring at least partial survival of their race, we turn our focus upon those who ended up in the region of space you know as Pleiades. Their fate will illustrate a general trend in the fates of other Lyran refugees, in other places.
More than a little was known about the site emotionally — that is, through a telepathic excursion in which the Lyrans extended their inner reconnaissance sensibilities toward the planetary bodies in the vicinity of the stars. Finding little disturbance, the crew guided their ships toward a new light, far from the sun they had known. Before them lay a field of stars among which they discerned sentience, welcome, and harmony. The known universe had new stories to unlock, melding history and the unknown into creative potential.
Remembrance stood alive among them as they drew closer to the spatial nexus marked by a consortium of stellar presences. Their approach as one people was their last acknowledgment of their departure from purely Lyran self-identity. From that cradle which had been their home, they moved into a new self-knowledge. Every one of them carried the cognizance of this on their face; in each others’ eyes they saw their future become aware of itself. Within the moment in which that transformation made itself known, a new race of humanity was born.
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