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A remembrance of something a former friend liked to read and quote ad nauseum:

Infinite in mystery is the gift of the goddess
We seek it thus, and take to the sky.
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest.

And another part that could apply to being here:

My Friend, the fates are cruel
There are no dreams, no honour remains.

Did anyone bother to read all the material in the Welcome Center?

Hint: there was a mention of food warehoused somewhere, I believe....