"You sought lhedaS. You have found it.
I am the one called SeplH'ne.
I protect this realm. I rule its number.
I administrate. I oversee.
This is the place the dead come to gather
this is the place the dead will speak
this is a place for those without honor
an internal exile, a place to weep.
I am qumwl' of this region
I am older than mNoS. I survived his tests
nobody wants a post in the ruins
of the old Empire's center, where ghostly unrest
whispers curses on the souls of the warriors
buried on Qyklops' unsown, unpressed
Elysian fields. You said you met Cirqce
I have never met her. Tell me what you saw
and I will let you come in. Tell me of your worlds
what is 'federation'? I know what I've heard
but what is the true name?
Tell me of your worlds, of your admiral's treason
of your life on your planets, of the lost Vulcan way.
Tell me your stories and I will open the speech of
the inhabitants here, let you speak to the graves.
From each of you, I want hear you
in your words, your language, let nothing come in our way
this is the price to enter lhedaS. This is what I ask
if you desire to stay. If not, then leave.
Go back where you came from.
There is no use in unequal terms.
The dead do not speak for you to listen
the dead speak for you to converse."