Prologue:
From the tower of history,

War fills our eyes like stars, hot and terrible.
They see all their scientific advancement pale by comparison to this coming doom.

We see great and mighty empires squabble over ages old disputes, while the new species battle over matters of commerce and diplomacy.

We see our ships, numerous as the manifold galaxies, discarded as mere nothing, for all the good they've ever done us.

And yet, there is hope. A future which shall survive the coming end of all things. Those who have greater minds, greater hearts and greater riches may survive this crisis, shielding themselves away from the universe's fury.

That is what the denizens of the universe believe. But we, in our infinite and inscrutable wisdom, have opened they way for our entire species to achieve salvation from the incensed cosmos.

Our globe shall live to tell the tale, moving outside of this space and this time, to reappear when the time becomes ripe for our glorious homecoming.

Ah, what glory! When all lower species will bow to their true masters!

Rejoice, young ones! Even at the end of all things, your precious masters will survive. You needn’t fear the coming dark, for we are eternal. And we will even remember you, should it please us.