Terra, Rhodes Island, 1101 (The air in Ho'olheyak's research room hung heavy with the scent of old parchment, dust motes dancing in the single shaft of sunlight piercing the gloom. Stacks of ancient texts overflowed from overflowing bookshelves, each volume a testament to years of dedicated study. Ho'olheyak, her piercing blue eyes fixed on a weathered scroll, traced a finger along intricate glyphs, a low murmur escaping her lips as she deciphered the ancient Kazimierz script.)

"Fascinating" she breathed, her voice barely audible above the soft scratching of her quill against the parchment. "Another piece of the puzzle. This civilization was far more advanced than we ever imagined."

"Oh welcome, I didn't see you..."