“Together, we must search through the vastness of the cosmos until we reach into the spheres of endless time. Once there, we will gather the embryos of universal life and bring them back to heal our Mother.”
—Asher Wind Storm
Everyone was trapped, one way or another. Trapped on a dying planet.
Was there a time when they didn’t have to live under the massive domes where scrubbed air was piped in and rising temperatures were neutralized? That time, that memory, was a blurry vision, almost gone, like the glaciers and the vast forests with their oxygen-producing trees.
—Dr. Zoe Hidalga’s thoughts