Together, the two groups built something greater.
The camp expanded into a village, and the village into a colony. Homes lined the river. Farms grew in the fertile soil. Children—those of Elpis and those of the new arrivals—ran together under the twin suns, never knowing the pain of the world their parents had left behind.
Donald grew older, his beard white, his steps slower. But he was still "Grandfather" to them all. He told stories each night, his voice weaving Earth's history into lessons for the future. When he passed peacefully by the fire, the entire colony mourned. They buried him beneath the tallest tree, his journal resting on his chest.
Years later, Rose stood before the gathered people. Children, parents, and survivors all faced her.
She raised her voice, strong and steady. "We came here as explorers. We became survivors. And today—we are builders. This world is ours. This is our hope."
They named the planet New Elpis.
The people cheered, voices rising into the sky.
For the first time in generations, humanity was united—not in war, not in greed, but in hope and love.
And under twin suns, the story of men began anew.
The End.