Deep in the mountains, a frail man lies on a plain bedroll, in a simple hand-made temple,idly pondering where things might go from here. Even as his final breaths escape him, the man seems more alive than most. [Congratulations! As the first Sapient to reach minimal necessary understanding of The Ways, The Lives, and The Fates, you have been chosen to guide this solar system as it's Shepard!] With a final sigh, the man's life fades away and is lost to the gentle rain and whistling wind flowing through the mountains. It is this sigh which heralds the dawn of a new age for earth and its denizens.