They saw the planet shrinking below them, this world which they had always known dearly, this place they called home left behind for good. They looked down at the world below them last. A bittersweet feeling rose in their chest, a feeling of great joy mixed with great loss, their future would be uncertain and lost, they would get to space, set their course, and sleep.

Who knew if they would wake up? Who but I? One who sits in the future built by them, one who has the comfort of this time’s lens. The lense of hindsight is a strange one yet… I can feel their fears and aspirations, till this day not one is so ungrateful… so ungrateful as to not thank them once, for paving this way, for carrying hope…

The rocket escaped the atmosphere hot, it’s plating enough to withstand the heat. The rocket escaped, the people escaped. Space was uncertain, cold and so, so vast. Yet… as everything stood, they were fine. They set their course, for the stars far away; and they slept.

“Goodnight…”

and they dreamed…

Of the world after.