The journey comes to an end.

Hundreds of stars are left behind, unknown planets, nameless galaxies, alive, wild.
Through the unfolded space, time vanishes and becomes infinity. The journey has been instantaneous, like the memories of a dream, of millions converging and losing themselves in eternity. But the effort is rewarded.

A new beginning, perhaps better, without such an abrupt and sad ending or perhaps... the definitive death.
If there is a purpose, there is hope. And battles. And some victory and many defeats. But, what is life but a shadow stained with burning dust? If there is a purpose, there is a future, there is a path.

The journey comes to an end. The journey begins.
We have reached The Sun.