"You find yourself in an odd corner of the caverns within what look like the remains of an old camp. Besides the iron cookery and dust-filled humanoid armor, you feel that if you touched any if it, it might buckle under the weight of time. Carved into the stone is a strange word: GALATEA. What do you make of this?

Choir: "Sorrowful and incomplete. The humans were not ready to lay witness to the depths and horrors, which relays to their untimely demise of a species. For shame of greed."