My people of Teriva,

Our world is young. We stand here today in spite of the entropy that threatens to tear down our towers and cover the eyes of our children. We have wandered in the night to the promised land; it is beautiful. Her oceans are vast and her moons wink to us in mirth. Her great sisters hang in the sky and beckon us forward. We know that we are worthy.

Now is no time for strife. We owe our next generation a home – that they may stand tall and proud beneath its awning and remember our forefathers. They will marvel at their glittering cities that scrape the stars and light the horizon with our life, telling the universe that we are here. We are alive and we are powerful.