I had a dream. A memory of sand, water and marine breeze; a warm hand holding mine; a dream of a day far away; a sense of fire burning my soul and heart. Every time I hold the hand of a matari brother or sister freed from the dark ones I know is my mother hand returning from the shadows. Every time I look at my brethren eyes when they awake to freedom I look to my fathers gentle eyes returning from the shadows. Everytime I sense the pride of Hadari pilots I know that my lost brother returns from the shadows as my wingman. I know the path I am walking know will lead me to join them in the eternal flowing of the universe. We will prevail and regain balance in this our timeshard.
As my elders said to me before I left>
Na Kix'hud Na yaq'ud zed vadad sutamez'qumye Douq'tu du uz qukat!!!