Uncharted Territories Network

So this is where I say nothing because I have no idea what to say. Except my name is Sam and I do not like green eggs and ham.

[It's possible a few people have noticed that Simon, who had been pretty gregarious just a couple weeks ago, had seemed to vanish in the last few days. He now appears like he hasn't slept in ages, dark circles under his eyes and face even paler than usual]

I know these words will likely mean nothing to any here. But while I do not know if I will ever see the ones who need to hear them most again, I still have an obligation to recite them. It is...all I can do, and I cannot find any words of my own that will suffice.

[he draws himself up, posture rigid and features schooled to show as little emotion as possible. His usually very faint, vaguely-sort-of-British accent thickens to something those from some worlds might recognize as Scottish]

"When the Root and Branch were young, when the Rose still grew unplucked upon the tree; when all our lands were new and green and we danced without care, then, we were immortal. Then, we lived forever. We left those lands for the world where time dwells, dancing, that we might see the passage of the sun and the growing of the world. Here we may die, and here we can fall, and here my," [he stops, and closing his eyes for a moment, long enough for a few tears to fall down his face. Then he coughs, swallows, and opens his eyes again, taking one shuddery breath before continuing] "my daughter August Torquill, has stopped her dancing.”

[note: this is after his reunion with Rey, which is in progress via gdoc]

This feels both familiar and unfamiliar to me at the same time.

I’m told I should introduce myself.

I’m Ben Solo.

I'm going to need a lot more tea.

Is there truly no way to return home?

So...yeah, it's been about a week since that whole thing. Thanks for everyone who didn't freak out on me. I uh...don't really know how I got my arm back, but I'm finally feeling better.

No more planetside trips for me, k?