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Planet Tornius, an unforgiving wasteland, is battered with the rays of its three suns. The sky is thick with starspots, and the blue dome overseers the horizon. The sea is strewn with shining sand, and the sand is filled with the fumes of sulfur.
Gladian Maes, a brave young soldier, sets out with his team to find a new place to start a city as the old cities die. He sees nothing, and he goes off to see the other cities and the people who have gone out there. There are a thousand tiny houses in this desert of emptiness, and they are of a different description, with a bit of space between them.
At the top of their range, he comes across a new planet, a red planet whose world, he thought, was all but lost. He looks at it for a few minutes, and at last, sees its sky blue. It is a tiny cluster of stars growing brighter than the night sky. There is a sun of a different color, in red.
"We can be there in a day," Gladian says to the Commander, "we will have a new planet. Its sun is as beautiful as the sky itself."
Gladian's face was cloudless. He sees no more of the city. This discovery made him feel like a rich man. He wants to see how beautiful this new planet is.
"We will have a new planet. A new home."
He stared for a moment at the star.
"What will the world look like, and what will its inhabitants look like?"
"The inhabitants of a new planet," the Commander says. Gladian feels that he has found it.
"Are you happy now, my friend?" Gladian says.
The Commander has the same smile. "We can easily see that a new world will be a better world, a better planet."
Gladian is glad of that.
"Let's not talk about my being happy, my friend. This planet, Tronius, cannot possibly afford to be happy. But I am grateful."
"You'll have something new to look forward something that will bring hope."
The Commander looking at him, asks: "How about your father's words, Gladian? Rumors have it that he was the only one to reach this new planet and make it back."
Gladian thinks of the old man's words, of his loneliness and his grief. The old man's tone goes as though he were addressing a listener. His words are full of sorrow. Gladian begins to cry.
"I was happy, Gladian. The Tronius would not even grant me the boon of the planet. This is a world without God, a world of emptiness. I want to be happy here. What could a new world be? It may be in its air. I felt so lonely and so miserable. I could feel cold and heavy. I should have drowned and died. How could I go back to the place that I left behind me? I was very lonely. And it is here."
Gladian feels a sense of joyous hope.
"It is not a time to look back but to look forward," affirms Gladian. "We will prevail. We will build a new home on this planet. Failures of the past teach us lessons, but we cannot afford to give up."
The Commander looks at Gladian. "I suppose they are not so bad as they seem."
Gladian looks at the Commander. "They teach us not only the way to find the home that was needed, but also what to do to find what we had left. We will go out of here and start a new life," Gladian continues to himself, "and our old world cannot possibly afford to give you that. For you are the one who knows what you would be if you tried to live and work and learn. You will be happier because your world and yours can be different. There will be new worlds, new worlds in all their aspects. You will be able to learn everything and to be proud and happy."
Gladian looks at the Commander. "I believe," he says, "that a new world will be your heaven too. When you do realize that, you will understand."