I've finished my journey. Or rather, I finished it. For quite a while, I looked for my next home, but there was none. I was tired. Traveling is exhausting. I was put in charge, and in the far reaches of space, I used space junk to create an ideal world that could be my new home. I'm going to stay in my room and live out my life. I'm going to die with my back to the filthy homeland we used to live in, while watching my friends in action. Not bad. It will never be bad. I just want to go back to that place again. No, don't think about it. My heart is ironclad.