A billion years is enough to turn seas to mulberry fields, shift the orbits of stars, and see species rise and fall. Yet for human civilization, forged by Steve's hand, this was but a beginning.
A.D. 1000027707.
The Sun, after five billion years nurturing life, nears its end. Its core collapses, the outer layers expand irreversibly, becoming a superheated red giant. Once-benign light now turns into deadly radiation, burning its "children" mercilessly. Earth's once-pristine environment is in its final trial: oceans boil, forests burn, glaciers melt—its anguish echoing across the silent solar system.
But on this Doomsday eve, a miracle unfolds.
Countless silver starships flock to Earth and Luna, drawn not by greed nor farewell but a vow older than eons.
Having long left the cradle, regarding their home world as sacred, generations of humans had watched from afar. Now they return, launching an unprecedented mythic project: a mysterious Stargate descends in front of Earth and the Moon. With the instant ignition of amassed ships, it opens.
The Moon is no longer sterile. Over the ages, humans have transplanted air, seas, woodlands—a world now as vital as Earth herself.
Upon a universal command, Planet Engines on both worlds ignite, roaring like the primordial light of creation, pushing both planets with gentle but irresistible force through the gate—leaving behind the dying Sun, heading for a new galaxy far beyond the old Milky Way.
The plan is not to simply wander, but to establish a new solar system in a new galaxy beyond the observable universe—a final home for the 'parents' of intelligent life before their ultimate ascension.
This is Steve Weis—the Dream Weaver's—final legacy.
The vow once made on behalf of all humanity had become the supreme ethos:
"As long as humanity exists, we shall move our mother stars with us, by any means necessary. Never forsake them, no matter the balance or cost."
In theory, current human technology could extinguish the Sun and keep things cool, but the species stands on the edge of total ascension—there are very few planetary souls eager to go. So, keeping up appearances is enough.
Other planets, long isolated and childless, simply watch as the blue and silver worlds begin their journey to a new galaxy. The will of Mars sighs; Venus, radiant with jealous light; Jupiter, Saturn, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto—each regards the ultimate rescue of child by mother, witnessing what only Earth achieved.
On the flag-star observatory, within the pure domain of space and information, two supreme beings watch side by side: Archetype: Earth, now softer and more motherly than ever before; and the fully revived Lunar UO, 'Crimson Moon'—now a young man of brilliant gold hair, crimson eyes, his royal black robe and lips curled in sardonic, admiring smile.
"Unbelievable," Crimson Moon said at last. "A group once unable to leave the atmosphere now dares to move planets, making new galaxies their home...Arcueid, don't you find it fascinating? It surpasses any script I've written..."
Arcueid—Archetype: Earth—smiled warmly, reaching as if to brush the blue planet bidding farewell to the solar system.
"It's not so strange, Crimson Moon.
This is 'love.'"
"Love?"
Crimson Moon scoffed. "I thought that word suited only short-lived creatures, not ones who could reshape planets..."
"No," Arcueid replied, eyes deep as if spanning the eons, back to the ancient ruins at twilight. "Slept too long, missed the story. Long ago, there was a man... I called him 'Dream Weaver.' He spun a new dream for the world. All this... is simply that dream, continued."
She then shared the story of the "foreign element" and the "promise"—from Castaway to Guide, Hero to Mortal at peace. Her voice brimmed with nostalgia and pride, as if recounting a beloved child's legend.
Crimson Moon listened quietly; his irony faded, replaced by solemnity and respect.
"So... because of him, I regained my place. In return for his 'Oath,' a Grand Order lasting a billion years must be enacted...how exasperating..."
"Not exasperating—wonderful," Arcueid corrected with a radiant smile.
Crimson Moon fell silent, then grinned—admiring her and the world anew.
"Yes, 'wonderful.' They've surpassed us, their 'creators,' and now walk unforeseen paths. I look forward to the next billion years—more exciting than the past by far."
Together, they gazed across the starry sea—at the blue and silver planets unwaveringly crossing into a new galaxy, surrounded by tens of thousands of beams of light.
The saga called "Steve Weis" had long since ended in this world—but his dream, at this moment, turned eternal. It would shine as the brightest star for all navigators of civilization!
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PS: Maybe Steve will become heroic spirit, then summon by the Chaldea or in the Holy Grail War.