The world was on fire. The light signaled the cycle of rest that accompanied the day. Only chinks of light sink through the deepest of crevices, shining and burning, giving the dark and depths echos of the inferno above. Gazing at the light burned, it was the only way I could imagine the world above and the sight of Aurus, our star, and how it would look with my own eyes. I looked away and around at my room allowing the brightness my eyes held of the light to slowly fade. The rock glowed with a brilliance that quickly faded to the dull gray. I could feel the heat sinking from the surface and I sunk into the cold rock underneath me preparing for the heat. It was the only way to survive the light, to sleep and allow the heat not to sap away strength.

I sighed, rolling over knowing this feeling. Sleep wasn’t going to lull over me, not tonight. Nights like these happened infrequently but tomorrow was Landing Day. The underground was abuzz with festivities and celebration, surprises by the council kept secret until the festival. Rumors had been abound about the large surprise this year, the finding of an old part of the ship buried in rock with artifacts no one had seen, was to be the pinnacle of celebration. The connection and mystery of our ancestors was missing details, and those details had been theorized to exist. I looked at the door again. No one else beyond the council themselves knew where the artifacts were kept except Noune, and they had promised me to knock at my door when doing their rounds. Tonight was the night, all would be revealed.