Long ago we looked upon a forboding sky.
The memory of the star that threatened all, burns eternal in our hearts.
In its wake, came an age of silence.
Yet with each fond remembrance we do, those encountered were not forgotten.
That someday we would see them again. Perhaps it was no more than wishful thinking.
But after the long calm, are now the beginnings of a stir.
The reunion at hand may bring joy, it may bring fear.
But let us embrace whatever it brings.
For they are coming back.
At last, the promise has been met.
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