[Prelude] [silence] [sound of nature] [wind] [chirping of night birds] [chirping of crickets] [capella] [sound of nature in background] Time passes inexorably, generations and lives unfold. Stories, loves, and wars. What will remain of us? Of the men and women who loved and dreamed? The feeling, deep, anonymous, and nostalgic, of when you look at the stars. That's our soul speaking. [ending]
