INT. DREAMCRAFT OBSERVATION CHAMBER – POST-VILUS
The darkness of Driftspace pulses in smooth gradients, a starless void folding gently around the ship.

Inside, the lights dim to a deep indigo as Sabine’s form begins to shift.

She drifts closer, now more holographic tapestry than console.

Her form is woven in stardust and glimmering telemetry.

A soft hum begins.

The screen before the Traveler blooms open like petals unfurling.

SABINE (voice quiet, with awe)
“This world wasn’t forgotten.”

A swirling projection ignites—Alpha Centauri B-II—hovering in the space between them.

Clouds shimmer over jagged terrain. Liquid valleys glisten between scorched ridges.

SABINE (cont.)
“It’s been watching us. Orbiting just beyond care, just outside consequence.”

She steps forward and waves her hand slowly over the image. The terrain shifts under her gesture.

“Always suspected to hold life… but never truly explored. Not like this.”

The Traveler watches as patterns ripple across the terrain: ancient riverbeds, strange glowing reefs, airborne plankton-like particles pulsing gently in the upper clouds.

Sabine kneels beside the projection, fingers hovering above a glowing aurora ribbon along the planet’s equator.

SABINE (softly, more resolved now)
“Now we have an opportunity.”

She stands, her voice now firm—the voice of someone who has seen too much silence.

SABINE (cont.)
“To do what no one else dared. Not conquer. Not colonize.
But listen. And move things forward.”

The hologram stabilizes.

A new pulse flashes at its core. It’s alive, waiting.

TRAVELER (quietly)
“It’s listening too.”

SABINE (smiling faintly)
“Then speak clearly.
What kind of world… will we grow?”

The projection spins slowly in the darkness.

Alpha Centauri:

Golden. Unclaimed. Waiting for a name.