Lexi Kolzhyestyn looked across the sun-baked green pastures of the Kolkhoz valley. Never before had he seen the sun in such an optimistic light. He had heard not so long ago that finally the Rakata, the Eternal Oppressors, had finally left, humiliated and shattered. He had heard that Comrade Yuiln, symbol of hope to the people of Sviat, was taking over. Now, as he saw the beautiful fields of flowers shimmer under the sunlight, the snowy peaks twinkle, he could feel nothing but hope for the future. Lexi walked over to his sister, watering a small flower. “Hello, sister. Is there anything new?”