He looks up at the stars, the shining bright of life.  Only to imagine the world he left almost two years ago.  The darkness still lingers ever so tightly as he approaches the ramp to the underground moon.  Hugging his ghost and walking onward, he still gets the same feeling he felt the first time he walked outside.  Space, the fear of darkness and lifelessness, the silent singing of being alone, he never liked going outside.

The teams of five approach the ramped gate that holds the paraterraformed innards of the moon Nona Que.  A large portal like metal door held together by the grounds of the moon.  Helped by large pipes, wires and gears that are punctured straight through the ground forming what looks to be a cybernetic implanted structure.  Pulsating and turning to open up what was the new formed life of this dead star. The gates of life open and present the shining glow of green light fighting to escape the underworld, only to be consumed by the depth of space.  The chaotic particles are once again disregarded by all the men, except one.

Before walking in he looks up at the stars once again, to see the shining brightness of life only light years away.  Nico Parks, The Wolf.