I once crouched under the mecha and listened to the whisper of metal.
Later, I stood in front of thousands of ships and linked the will of hundreds of millions of civilizations.
The Alliance wants to forge me into a sword, the Empire sees me as a scepter that must be mastered.
Until the shadow of the "Hunting Tide" swallows the starry sky, the gods retreat, and the emperors restrain their hands.
And I, the humble listener, will send my first greeting to the entire universe.
