A través de la negociación y el ingenio, la tripulación logra obtener la ayuda que necesitan para reparar su nave. Sin embargo, no sin antes descubrir que el planeta y sus habitantes están conectados a una red mucho más grande de civilizaciones, revelando pistas sobre la historia del universo y su propio destino.

Beneath the water, one of the faces opens its eyes. It smiles. And it whispers a name: "Rael."

"The ship's emergency beacon is still functional," he says. "It's at the bottom, fifty meters down. If I can trigger it, a distress signal might reach the outer rim."

"It worked," Kaelen says. "Someone will come."

Behind them, a column of light rises to the stars. The singing fades. The water grows still again, but now it looks... smaller. Diminished.

When she comes back, she sobs. "He didn't die. He just... stopped being."

Kaelen, the young, hot-headed navigator, points at a hologlobe. "There's a planet below. 98% water. No registered colonies. No rescue beacons."