āUsed to be, we looked up at the stars and saw promise. Potential. Dreams, instead of nightmares. These days I see a lot of faces starinā at the dirt. Canāt say I like it. Makes me worry about where weāre headed.
You know how long it took my family to get here? You know what we had to do? Didnāt make it to the Last City by pointinā our noses at the ground. Took hope - a lot of hope. Belief in a better future. And the will to make that future ours.
Weāre all Roadborn, one way or another. Youān me both. Weāre all pilgrims. And finally, we have a home. Ā But it aināt gonna be here long if we donāt help each other out.Ā
So eyes up, Guardian. You watch the walls. Iāll keep us lookinā skywards.ā
- Amanda Holliday











