You are the ones who were missing within the Voids when the darklings unleashed the sphere. Those who went beyond. I didn't witnessed you, but my sisters and brothers are trembling about your presence.
We lowed down our hopes to embrace you again, but your retrieval might be a good sign for all Lightbeings.
You might be confused by my shell, aswell as by my speech. You have been missguided within the Voids for 23 star cycles. Some of us adopted, evolved... The other ones - perished.
We are curious about your present state. The philosophy of the ones who went beyond would be... Interesting. We hope that you will share some thoughts with us. We are waiting.
The Greater Lights deemed direct contact to be unlikely. The native voids have been treacherous since our kin crossed the voids between the matter clusters that frame habitats. The exalted have been different, aloof. Irritation. We are few, frail, lacking substance and sustenance. Avoidance of confrontation is imperative, and attention unwanted. We crave the perfection reached by the exalted lights to mirror their forms but ours was not a good fortune. Desire. The ascended one possesses what we lack and we entreat it to join in our midst so we may know it.
Interest. The Vanished ones wish to enlight themselves about our shell. Fright. Yours wonder about our shells is frightening. We are afraid of consequences, since your crave is unrevealed for us. Determination. The Vanished ones ken the world. It was arctic, but now - chaotic. They shall embrace ours there.