I feel the sun on my face
I see trees all around me, the scent of wildflowers on a breeze. It's so beautiful
In this moment, I'm not stranded in space
It's been ninety-seven years since a nuclear apocalypse killed everyone on Earth, leaving the planet simmering in radiation
Fortunately, there were survivors

Twelve nations had operational space stations at the time of the bombs
There is now only the Ark, one station forgеd from the many
We're told thе Earth needs another hundred years to become survivable again
Four more space-locked generations, and man can go home, back to the ground
The ground, that's the dream. This is reality