[ WP ] You discover the first alien civilisation

DAY 567, TRAVELER'S LOG. 
 
 It's taken me this long to realize one thing: space is black. It's desolate, lonely and quite frankly, it's depressing as all hell. I miss earth, I miss my home. When you look up at the stars with your feet planted firmly on the ground, they call out like luring sirens from the cosmic waves. They enchant your imagination and beckon you to explore them. 
 
 But when you're in it, caught in the cosmic undertow, you begin to dread those distant stars. I've traveled trillions of light years by now. No sign of life. No signals. 
 
 DAY 673, TRAVELER'S LOG. 
 
 My name is Captain Robert Muilo, todays date is April, 21st, 2057. I've intercepted a signal from a near star that I'm calling *Sirius A*. It's strong and curiously musical, following a very strange rhythm and complex melody. Tomorrow I will land. 
 
 DAY 674, TRAVELER'S LOG. 
 
 I touched down on *Sirius A* today and when my hatch opened, I saw one... thing, obscured by light. A woman was standing in front of me. Her aura was strikingly bright. I traveled all these years to find... humans. Us. Our future, and maybe, our salvation. 

