Centuries later, a small settlement forms on a blue-green planet.
Its people call it New Earth.
At sunrise, a child digs into the soil and finds a piece of stone glowing faintly gold.
Her father laughs, saying,
> "That's just old dust from the stars."
But when the girl holds it close, she hears a heartbeat — slow, steady, eternal.
She smiles.
> "It's not dust, Papa. It's a dream."
And as she walks into the light, the golden dust drifts behind her — shaping, for just an instant, the faint outline of a lion's head.