This land might not be anything special. Same old plains, same old air, and same old sea. The skies are different, though. There is a huge planet that we could clearly see in the day. There are also no twin moons at night. Life is hardly different from that in Terra. Is that a good thing? I don't know. I'm here because of national conscription, but It pays and there's food. That's all there's to it. But as time went on, I started to feel the differences. The land has no Originium. Heck, even the national borders felt like a joke. I thought this was some Columbian frontier pioneering work, where people slogged all day in the wilderness for something to eat. But just today, someone who looked like Leithanian nobility asked me, a worker conscript, about the specifications of machine parts and how to use some machinery. And mister nobleman wasn't joking around. Ursusian, Leithanian, Columbian... All these divisive labels are now being reduced to crew mate, freund, and pardner. I like how things turned out, it's great! But how did it happen? I don't really know. I asked around a bit and they're just as confused as I am. So I didn't get my answer for a while until... "What is Endfield?" I asked the huge Sarkaz team lead this question when I first reported to work. Endfield sounds like a really unlucky name for a company working on the frontiers. He did not say anything. Instead, he brought us to the tip of the ship temporarily serving as the Endfield HQ. Told us to have a good look at the planet and the world. Planet and world... We hardly used those terms before. The team lead saw my confusion and smiled. He told me they are the meaning behind Endfield. "Meaning that we gotta use new, pretty words?" "Meaning that we left our past on Terra." Perhaps he was right. Before I decided to walk through the Cosmic Gate to reach this place, I, and everyone else, have forever left something back in Terra. People who struggled in the mine shafts, who roamed the wilderness, who worked in the cities, who gave concerts at the spires... Everyone standing shoulder to shoulder aboard the ship, ready to build a future together. Fate gave us a choice. We chose something different from the past to create a new way of life. What is this world going to be like? don't know. Because we're building it right now. Buildings will rise from the ground and crops will sprout from the earth. This is our resounding answer about the world we're making.