The Last Station Standing
Kazimir asked, his voice trembling with a Transcendent joy.
"We're in the Aethel-Haven," Elara said, taking his hand. "But it’s not a dream, Kaz. It’s a beginning. The Precursors gave us the clay, and I gave it the shape. This is the new world. And you’re the first one I invited in."
Behind them, through the shimmering curtain of the horizon, thousands of other "Vessels" were beginning to appear—the survivors of a thousand worlds, finally laying down their burdens in a universe where the "Void" could never reach them.