Welcome strangers, If this message is being played then it means that we, humanity, are long gone, returned to the dust from whence we came. I know not who you are or what you are, but I know where you are. Long ago I envisioned a dream which conjured the thought to create this place. A thought, a dream; that became a reality. Now I welcome you to it, to this thought, to this dream, this archive, this library, most called it The Lunar Archive, I called it the New Alexandria, in homage of mankind's now long forgotten ancient past.
Behind these doors lies the last great visage and bastion of humanity, our greatest treasure.
Behind these doors lie our hopes, our dreams, our achievements, and our follies.
Behind these doors lies our knowledge, our wisdom. Our understanding of the mind, and our pondering of the soul. Within these walls lies our collective knowledge of science, our wondering of philosophy. Our history, and fantasy.
All can be found here. Our cultures, our faiths, our societies, our language, how we lived, how we loved, everything. As you pass threw these doors tread carefully for you tread upon our dreams, you tread on sacred ground. So once more I welcome you, oh traveler, oh explorer, oh stranger; pass threw and purse as you wish, but I ask you to leave it as you found it. This Library is the mausoleum of humanity, our eternal resting place and here should we rest eternal.