Telling stories has always been the favoured method of passing on knowledge for the followers of the People’s Will. As time passes and they find new homes across the galaxy, the tradition only grows stronger. Under the light of distant stars that can’t even be seen from the Thousand Colours Moon, sailor parents sing to their children the same old songs of half-forgotten ages past, handed down from tentacle to tentacle, the music of a people in harmony.

The sky is an ocean

With currents ever-shifting

The first explorers

Found uneasy paths

…

With thundering tempests

And tangling darkness

Sometimes they were trapped

And sometimes alone

…

Sometimes they sailed bravely

For far-distant stars

To reach them and find

They were back where they started

…

And so they became

Like shifting ammonia

Following the current

Wherever it took them

…

Leaving behind

Whatever they had to,

Flowing through darkness

And freely through light

…

Rest easy, child

Though the sky may be stormy

Trust that the ocean

Will carry you home.