We reach the end of the Route.
Our Ships standing still.
We are Capsulers.
The Low has led us to the forgotten Systems of this Universe.
Hours pass, drawing us deeper into the Low,
where we have found the truth.
That our Future is found in Null,
that we must burn away our Past in High to play the game.
Once were sceptic, now were adict.
We must disagree with those who we once called realist.
Our Ships standing still, and we are Capsulers.