A piece of writing inspired by this work:



"See, Tristan?" Jayma points to the clouded blue orb miles and miles in the distance. "That, my boy, is Earth." Even in her long years, she has never laid eyes on the planet, ever. Only in feeds and pictures has she seen its twirling milky surface, its blue oceans and its green continents.



6 generations have passed since humans took to space, settled in other systems, grew new civilizations. Earth is no longer unique in the sense that it is a human planet, but it does have one aspect far different from the other human planets. "This is where humans began, Tristan. God began our race here, right here." She takes a deep breath, once again wishing their ship was making a supply stop there. And then Tristan starts to squirm. "Tired of history, dear boy? Do you want your mother?"



Jayma stands from her seat and bounces Tristan in her arms. "Let's go to Mama." With one last look at the blue world behind her, she carries Tristan down the hall towards the cabins.