Journal - Expedition 50 - Stone Wave Cliffs

Lucile of the 50th
Our beautiful Wheel, wedged upon the rocks, a casualty of the massive Serpent of the sea. But even shattered, its presence is still comforting.
Adrien and Gabriel are doing their best to sustain morale, but with no food, no clean water, no way to fix the Wheel, our fate is quite clear. To me, at least. But I have no desire to hold back the hopes of others. Perhaps. Perhaps we will find a way back.
Still. These moments of quiet, sitting on the beach, are also a source of contentment. All our lives we’ve been running, trying to outrace time. Trying to reach an unreachable goal. And now we can finally rest.
At least we got to see some of the wonders of this world. Even the Serpent, cruel as it is, has a deadly elegance that is mesmerising. But oh, what other marvels might we have seen had we been able to keep rolling?
I sometimes wonder what it would have been like to grow up outside the Dome. Perhaps even live amongst the Nevrons. Could we have achieved a form of peace? Or even prospered alongside them?