A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
When he attended the imperial meeting, every representative was gathered. From the Sanguine race to the Crystal race, from Bali to Irene. There was also Oob floating around a seat, flapping its wings.
Varian leaned into his throne and nodded at them to begin the meeting.
"We've come up with three plans." Secretary Alison, in usual work clothes, stood up and addressed him.
"First plan: evacuate everyone into Hortus. Stay low. Since you said this has a slight chance of exposure, we'll use the spaceships to transfer them out of the solar system. Thanks to Boo, we have the capacity to send out ten billion people. They can survive for 10 years in space.
It'll reduce the burden on Hortus and if the data is right, the chance of being found is less than 0.0001%. It's a safe bet."