Cut Scene - Saturday March 4th, 2029, Early morning

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They whisper to him. They call to him. Look behind you. Come to us. We are waiting for you.

He turns around.

Gracefully he bows to the emptiness. Two steps further and he leaves the path. He spreads his wings and disappears into the darkness, stars trailing in his wake.