The Arch of Horizons

Priest Vahl’s three hearts beat in unison as he approached the great ship. Their people had named it Kha’reth, or "The Arch of Horizons", a bridge between their doomed present and an uncertain future.
Vahl whispered the ancient rites in their guttural tongue, and the Arch hummed in response, its quantum drive flickering like a heartbeat, as if the ship itself were alive. This was more than metal and circuits-it was their hope, their sanctuary, and their leap into the unknown.
"You, Kha’reth," Vahl intoned, their voice resonating in the minds of all present, "are consecrated by the stars and bound to the currents of eternity. May you carry our essence across the void and find us a new sky."
As the final words of the blessing fell into silence, the Arch’s engines roared to life, a soundless quake rippling through the fabric of space. Streams of light erupted from its base, carving pathways into the cosmos like veins of molten silver.
The crowd watched, breathless, as the Arch began its ascent. Vahl lowered his hand, a wave of bittersweet pride washing over him. The priest’s duty was complete, yet his hearts ached knowing he would remain behind. It was not their place to join the journey, but to ensure its sanctity.
As the Arch vanished into the abyss, a single tear drifted from Vahl's eye, caught in the light of a dying sun. It was a farewell to the ship, and to a future he would never see-but his people would. That was enough.
Godspeed, space traveler.

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